#jill roord x reader

[pixiesfz]

baby fever j.r

plot: It's about two years into your relationship and you claim you've never had the baby fever....until now

warnings: fluff, short

When you were younger you hated the idea of pregnancy which lead you to the idea that you didn't want children.

But you would always wave to the little kids in the crowd and sign their T-shirts with a smile on your face.

But you still knew that you would never give birth.

The horror stories you had heard or even just thinking about a human growing inside of you made you pale.

You had never had the 'baby fever' that your friends have had.

Until now.

Your older brother had come into town with his wife and little baby boy Thomas.

You always found him cute but he didn't make you weak at the knee's wanting to have children....but this was a certain sight.

You were huddled with Mary and Lauren when you saw the sight, they were still talking about a tackle you had faced in the middle of the game, not noticing your absence in the conversation.

Your head was swiveled towards your girlfriend as she held your nephew, her smile wide on her face as she lifted him up and down, his giggles loud.

"Aw that's so cute" Esme cooed at the sight and you slowly nodded, engaged at the sight.

Jill, your girlfriend or soon-to-be fiancé (your ring for her is still in your sock draw)

Jill your girlfriend with a baby

Jill your smiling girlfriend with a smiling baby.

Your knee's finally felt weak and it was not from the game.

Maybe you did want a baby.

"I'm not sure of what I'm feeling right now" you admitted to the younger girl who smiled "Baby fever" she breathed out "but I've never wanted to give birth" you whispered

Jill was now running around the field with Thomas, catching him when he almost dropped to the floor.

"You don't have to give birth to have a child, there's always adoption," Esme said, her hand on your shoulder before leaving to go have a shower.

Adoption.

You were thinking too much about her words, you didn't see the young boy before he latched onto your leg, "Auntie Y/n!" he cheered "hey Tommy" you smiled, picking him up and settling him into his lap.

"He's fast" Jill smiled, slightly out of breath as he cheered out of satisfaction of out running the girl.

"yeah he is" you spoke "got it from his Auntie" you smirked and he nodded, latching himself more onto you.

You saw Jill's eyes change in emotion and you creased your eyebrows "you okay?" you asked and the girl looked at you "pardon?" she asked "I asked if you were okay?" you said and she nodded "yeah".

"You're really good with kids," she told you as Thomas started to slowly fall asleep on your shoulder "You are too, got him all tired, and now he won't annoy his parents on the way home" you complimented the Dutch girl and you both smiled at each other, almost as if there was an understanding between you both.

"Smile!" A camera man yelled out and you both turned around, Jill wrapping her arm around you, as you made sure Thomas's head was turned around.

"Do I look like I've just played 90 minutes of football?" you asked and Jill laughed "You look pretty" she said and kissed your forehead, from afar you would've looked like a family.

The drive home was quiet but comfortable, your efforts in the game catching up as you grew tired, resting your head on your own shoulder as Jill smiled, looking back at you every now and then.

Jill knew about your hatred of pregnancy and the fear you had of it.

Which is why she was so scared to bring up the thought of children, scared that you would shut her down. She knew she couldn't just let this go, she knew she wanted to raise a child and she couldn't fall in love with you anymore if you didn't

When you checked your phone you smiled, video's of you and Jill with your niece were growing popular as fans commented of how cute it was and you agreed.

You didn't want to give birth but you did want children.

You wanted children with Jill.

The conversation came up after an ad of a little kid playing with toys came up and you had finally cracked, picking up the remote and playing pause on your TV show it was love island btw.

"Have you ever thought about having children with me?" you asked, ripping the band-aid off.

Jill was shocked, dropping her fork into her bowl and swallowing her soup quickly "Uhm" she started and you shrunk back into your seat, immediately regretting your questions.

"Yes I have" she admitted and you let out a breath of air "thank god" you muttered and Jill sat up "I thought you didn't want children?" she asked softly and you crossed your head "I thought so too but when I saw you with Thomas yesterday Esme opened her smart stupid mouth and then I got all smushy and I haven't stopped thinking about it ever since" you admitted and Jill smirked

"Is this why you cried when that little girl came up to you and gave you a hug at the cafe yesterday?"

"shut up" you told her and moved closer to her body "I don't want to give birth" you whispered, scared of her reaction "and I don't expect you too" you said, reassuring her of any thought she had.

"but adoption, adopting a child and giving them a good life, a life they deserve" you listed on, missing the way Jill's eyes glossed over.

"I know some people don't believe in adoption but I want to have children, especially with you" you finished, looking up to see Jill who was smiling and nodding "yeah?" you asked "yes" she said and you brought your hands to her face, wiped away her tears and delicately brought your lips to hers.

Jill moved away "wait this first" she said and ran to your shared room, coming back with her hands behind her back.

"I wanted to do this in a more romantic area but I can't imagine being with you as just your girlfriend for another minute"

Your hands lifted up to your mouth as she revealed the velvet box and lowered down onto one knee.

"Y/n" she started and you nodded your head repeatedly "You couldn' just let me do the romantic speech," she asked you with a laugh,tears now streaming now down both of your faces.

"I have your ring in my sock drawer" you admitted as you leant your foreheads together.

"I guess I got there first".

[repulsiveliquidation]

Oral Fixation || Jill Roord

warnings : mommy kink, rough sex, aftercare, oral sex, strap-ons.

loosely based on this unhinged ask from the one and only, @zeezelweazel. enjoy.

“fuck mommy, please…”

Jill sucks harder on your breast, rolling the hard nipple between her teeth. Your hips speed up on her thigh, hands gripping the back of the couch. Jill spanked your ass hard and hummed around your breast in her mouth.

“Mm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering closed as she felt your slick build-up on her thigh.

Everyone knew Jill had an oral fixation. She always had something in her mouth, whether it was gum, a straw, a lollipop, or sometimes even her fingers. It didn’t help that in the bedroom, her mouth had to be biting or sucking or licking or nibbling on you. With her cock pounding into your pussy, she had her mouth latched onto you like a leech, leaving lasting marks all over. Nothing, however, satiated her more than using your mouth to her heart’s desire.

Jill pulled away and grinned as she watched your hips roll on top of her thigh, your hands pressed up against her strong stomach for some control. You whined above her, feeling your clit rock just right over her toned leg. She cooed and caressed the back of her fingers over your cheek.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” Jill whispered, her breath tickling your ear. You nodded and gripped her training shirt, thighs shaking as you were thrust toward your first orgasm.

“Please let me come, mommy…” you begged, thighs quivering harder as your hips began to stutter.

“You wanna come, baby? You getting close huh?” Jill teases, looking at your watery eyes with a smile on her face. You take a sharp breath and your bottom lip quivers, tears falling on her collarbones.

“P-Please mommy, I’ve been good!” you whine, gripping her shirt so tight your knuckles were white.

“Come,” she growled in your ear and you let go, choked moans stuttering out of your mouth. She held your hips and guided you, cooing soothingly in your ear.

Your slick pooled on her thigh in a sticky warm mess as she lifted you off her and ran her finger through it. You watched as she brought it up to your lips and without question, you wrapped your lips around it and sucked like your life depended on it.

Jill groaned deeply as you noisily sucked on her finger, eagerly swiping it through the rapidly drying mess a few times for you to clean up.

“Good girl,” she praised, watching as you settled yourself between her legs. Jill caressed your cheek with a refreshing tenderness, you watched as she carefully studied your expressions calculating her next move. She stood up and shrugged her underwear off before sitting down with her legs wide open.

“No touching, you got it?” she says, playing with herself slowly. You could see how wet she was, fingers soaked just a little as she teased her fingertips into herself. You drooled at the prospect of tasting her, mouth eager to please Jill.

She scooted closer to the edge of the couch and your head dove in eagerly, licking up her slick folds slowly. You moaned at the taste of her, hands kept tight behind your back obediently. Her big hands settled in your hair with a tight grip, jaw wrenched open in pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that lieveling,” Jill praised breathlessly, back arching off the couch a little. Her flexible hips ground up into your mouth eagerly, groaning your name softly. Your tongue flicked over her clit and sucked occasionally how she liked.

You moaned around her and look up at her, tongue slipping into her pussy slowly. She moaned and gripped your hair tighter, chasing her orgasm as she rode your tongue. Jill bit her bottom lip and rubbed her clit fast, moaning your name as she came. 

She pulled your head back and leaned forward, fingers pulling your jaw open. She spit into your mouth and kissed you feverishly, holding your face still. You moaned into her mouth before she stood, slapping your face lightly twice with a grin.

“Do not move.”

She disappeared into the bedroom quietly, ripping her shirt off as she turned the corner. You shifted gently on your knees to rid yourself of the numbness, hands still obediently behind your back interlaced together. The turntable was playing your favorite classic tunes as George Michael’s saxophone filled the room.  

You hummed along softly, waiting for Jill to get back and she soon did, wearing a red gartered lingerie set with her strap secured tightly around her hips. She sauntered back into the living room with a certain poise, the athlete simply overflowed with confidence. It made your pussy ache with a slightly painful throb, using all of your self-restraint to not rub your thighs together. Jill stood in front of you, her cock pressed up against your lips. She caressed your hair, the other hand tapping her cock on your lips.

“Open up, buttercup,” Jill asks nicely, pressing her hips forward gently. You moan softly as she pushes into your mouth, eyes focused on Jill’s. Her beautiful green eyes bore into yours, hips teetering gently like she was holding herself back. You tap her leg three times and she pulls away, cupping your cheeks with concern in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Let go, Jill.”

“What?”

“Just let go.”

She kisses your nose and nods, standing back up. Her expression changes in an instant, eyes darkening and her muscles tense up. She pulls your hair back, cock pressed right up against your lips again.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” she taunts, wrenching your mouth open and spitting in it again. You swallow before she asks and she smiles, leaning close to your ear and whispering “Good girl,” before standing.

Her cock slips between your lips again, your throat taking her full length with ease. She moans and watches you, hands holding your head still before she fucks into your mouth. Jill throws her head back, hips fucking into your mouth hard. She grips your hair tight, groaning loudly as you gargle and choke.

“Taking it so well, baby,” Jill growls, pulling out of your mouth. She pulls you to your feet, cupping your face and kissing you hard. It’s sloppy and wet, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. She pulls away first, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. She pushes you face-first into the bed, sitting on the back of your thighs. She spanks your ass hard once on each cheek, groaning softly at the whimpers you let out.

“More, please mommy,” you mumble into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets. Jill kisses down your back, hands kneading your ass. She spanks you three more times on each side, watching your skin blossom up.

“So pretty,” she comments, hands caressing up your reddened skin. Your tense muscles relax just a little, thinking she was done before five much harder blows come down on your flared skin. You cry out for her and tear up just a little, feeling Jill’s teeth sink into your back. You shudder and tremble, feeling her cold hands rub over your ass again. It soothes the sting just enough, the tingling sensation running down your thighs.

Jill climbs off you and turns you over before settling in behind you. She pried your legs open and held you close, pulling out a vibrator from under her pillow. She kissed slowly along your nape, arms holding your legs open as the vibrator whirred to life in her palm.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, darling?” she asks, trailing the toy along the inside of your thigh.

“Yes mommy, so good…” you whimper, tucking your head in her neck. She chuckles in your ear and you can hear her smiling, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before lightly dragging the toy over your sensitive folds. You jolt in her arms, feeling her free hand pressing your hips down. She’s much stronger and holds you down firmly, toned leg wrapping around yours as the toy suddenly catches on your clit.

“Fuck,” you groan, squirming in her arms. She laughs and presses the toy on your clit harder, feeling her pleasure double at seeing you struggling in her arms. She cooed at you and pulled the toy away, fingers slipping easily into your dripping cunt. She held you tighter in her arms, fingers pumping roughly into you, palm rubbing over your clit hard.

“Please mommy!” you cry, gripping the sheets hard. Jill was unrelenting, fingers so deep inside you it reached the webbing, curled hard right on your sweet spot.

“Right there, p-please!”

“Here, my love?” she teases, three of her fingers rubbing tight circles over your sweet spot. You nod and melt into her arms, eyes rolling into your head. The vibrator comes back and is turned up to the highest setting, sucking hard on your clit.

“Jes-FUCK!” you gasp, cumming hard on her fingers. She pulls them out and rubs her slick fingers over your clit hard. Your nails dug into her calves, little red crescent welts littering her skin.

“Good girl,” Jill whispers, tilting your head carefully as she kisses you. You can feel her strap wedged between your lower back, and you decide to take the initiative. Jill sits back and watches you kneel in front of her, reaching back to guide her cock into your wet hole. She runs her hands over your ass and hips, eyes fixed on your pussy taking her cock so easily.

“Oh fuck…” she groans, her eyes slowly getting darker and darker. You moan when you bottom out, feeling her hips meet your ass. You whine and take a minute to adjust, feeling her cock fill you to the brim. Her now warm hand rests on the small of your back, lips littering kisses all over your back.

“Take your time, princess,” she says as your arms slowly lay themselves out for you to lean on. You slowly begin to ride her, ass hitting her thighs with a loud smack each time. The spanks she gave you tingle a little with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.

Jill suddenly gets impatient and her desire to use you takes over; she manhandles you onto your stomach and slides into your pussy without giving you time to miss her cock. Her hips pound into you like no tomorrow, jackhammering into you like a teenager who’s fucking someone for the first time. It does its job of not giving you much pleasure but riles you up nonetheless, which is exactly how she liked you.

She pulls out and turns you onto your back, fucking her cock back into you roughly. You moan her name and throw your head back in pleasure, Jill’s hips angled up into your sweet spot this time.

“Fuck me hard baby,” you beg, “fuck me hard!”

Jill grins maniacally, holding herself up over you as her hips rail into you hard. Your throat closes up and you feel lightheaded, the pleasure clouding your senses. She kisses you and you feel her lips, kissing back fervently as she wraps her hand around your throat. You feel pure euphoria, head floating mindlessly in a cloud of pleasure. Jill is right there with you, hurling you head first into the most intense orgasm of the night. You’re sure you see actual stars or god himself, your entire body tensing as raw sexual ecstasy runs through your veins, muttering her name over and over the whole thirty seconds you come.

“Oh my god,” exclaims Jill with a chuckle in her voice, hips stuttering as the friction from fucking you and the orgasm you just put a show on for her send her into a world of pleasure of her own. Your mouths find each other and you kiss for what seems like hours, the soft smacking of lips and the little whines that leave your mouth fill the room as Jill teases you with the gentle grind of her hips. You smack her chest and she pulls out, leaving a kiss in the middle of your chest.

You lay there and stare at the ceiling while catching your breath. You can hear Jill in the kitchen making tea, hearing her swear a few times as the kettle accidentally burns her. She comes back 10 minutes later with a piping hot mug of jasmine tea and an energy bar.

She carefully undresses and sits with you, breaking off pieces of the energy bar to feed you. The taste of cranberries in the bar and the delightful smell of jasmine bring you out of your slight haze, along with the smell of Jill. You nuzzled into her, inhaling her sweet and unique scent of coconut and roses.

“Love you,” you whispered to her and she smiled, giving you a soft peck on your lips. You didn’t need to hear it back but she said it in more ways than one tonight. Finishing your tea, she carefully takes the glass from you and helps you to your feet.

In one clean swoop, she sweeps you off your feet, heading straight for the bathroom. You hold on and leave little kisses on her nape, hearing her chuckle fondly. Jill sets you on the toilet seat and turns the shower on, throwing in a rejuvenating shower bomb. You hug her middle and she caresses your hair, raking her fingers through to get all the knots out. Her skin is warm and smells faintly of the washing detergent you use, the steam from the shower billowing around you.

Jill scrubs every inch of your skin with care and doesn’t miss a single strand of hair as she runs conditioner through your locks after shampooing gently. She lets you wash her hair but refuses to let you scrub her with the loofah, citing that your slightly wobbly legs and a slightly claustrophobic shower were not a good combination. You pouted and she kissed it away, wrapping you up in the fluffiest towel in the apartment.

You did each other’s skincare routine and she carried you back to bed, thanking her former horny brain-self for laying down a towel before you fucked.

Now nestled under the covers with her head on your chest, the warmth of her skin penetrates yours. It sends a calm over you, eyes quickly becoming drowsier and drowsier. Jill nuzzles into your neck, pressing one last kiss to your jaw. You settle, hearing her voice before falling straight to sleep.

“Goodnight, my perfect girl. Sweet dreams.”

[awfcspencer]

Oxygen || jill roord x reader

prompt: When the Netherlands beat the USA in the Tokyo Olympics, you need your girlfriend to take your mind off the loss.

warnings: mdni 18+ smut, bottom!reader, top!jill, oral, fingering, face riding, begging, praise, a few spanks

Everything about the Tokyo 2020 Olympics was different. Due to the previous worldwide pandemic, all countries and teams were completely isolated away from each other in the Olympic village to avoid a massive outbreak. Which meant that you hadn’t seen your Dutch girlfriend in the flesh in nearly three weeks. Three long, long weeks. Most nights you were unable to rest properly, knowing that your girlfriend was somewhere in the sweeping halls of the Olympic village lying in bed without you. You burned for her to be near, ached for her in many ways. 

For you, Jill was like coming back up for air after being submerged under water for too long. A lifeline, like oxygen to the body. The weight of playing professional football is tolling, especially during international windows that forced you to be apart from the midfielder. You had missed her warm embrace and relaxing nature that brought you back to reality when you had a bad day at training or when your boots just didn’t feel right on your feet. In her arms, it was just you and her, no fans screaming your name and no one to disappoint when your shots didn’t go in. Just the two of you. Your teammates tried to do their best to keep your spirits high, the Olympic window was a long, grueling one, but they all knew who you really needed. Most nights, they found you huddled in bed watching your girlfriend’s match. Even in a massive tournament where your countries were opponents, you would always support her. On the Dutch side of the village, Jill did the exact same thing, even when her national teammates poked fun at her on countless occasions.

It also didn’t help that the quarterfinals had been set, the United States versus the Netherlands. You would have to face off on the pitch for your countries for the first time. The United States and The Netherlands had a history, your countries oppositions during the 2019 World Cup. The set of games that you hadn’t played in due to an injury in your hamstring that left you off the roster two weeks before the announcement. In the privacy of your own home, you had worn your USA kit to cheer on your respective country, but secretly cheered when your girlfriend was subbed on during the 66th minute.

Before leaving for Tokyo, you and Jill had set a clear no communication boundary. You both took playing for your country with pride, and it was easiest this way to make sure the two of you were in the best mindset to train and play to your best abilities. If only you could back and eat those words. You assumed it would be the best alternative to keep your head clear, but it had the direct opposite effect and only made you long for the girl more. But luckily, walking onto the pitch the day of the match, you had only one focus, securing a spot in the semifinals. 

Your countries national anthem rang out and while you tried to calm your overworking brain that was filled with nerves, you couldn’t help but peer over to the Netherlands side to spot her. Locking eyes was nearly enough for you to settle down and breath correctly, letting out a ragged breath you weren’t even aware you were holding in. Trying to pretend Jill wasn’t mere inches away from you as you shook her hand before the match was crushing. Wanting nothing more to pull her in for even just a moment. You could tell from the quick look in her eyes that she wanted the same thing, a look you knew all too well. However, her once alluring gaze turned fixed as the referee blew the whistle and the game began.

In the first opening minutes, the United States came out firmly on the front foot offensively, gaining two solid chances on target that unfortunately the Dutch goalkeeper made impressive saves to keep the score 0-0. Playing in the midfield meant that you were stationed in close proximity with the one person who had been infiltrating your every waking thoughts. Forcing yourself to pretend the Netherlands number six was just another girl, a girl you weren’t head over heels in love with. Jill had apparently done the same, forwarding a risky tackle to your ankles right before halftime whistle that most certainly could have gotten her a yellow. Fortunately, the quick whispered apology as she helped you to your feet was left between the two of you. Her touch was electric and while it felt as if the world had paused on its axis, it certainly hadn’t and the ball zipping past your feet was the best indicator that you were in the middle of an important match. 

The Netherlands were able to capitalize first and get on the board through Vivianne Miedema, a red-hot forward you had grown to know through Jill. Thankfully, Lynn Williams sent a ball into the penalty area, and you had found the back of the net with a diving header to level the score. After the break, the game continued to be a back-and-forth battle between the two countries. Both teams had created hopeful opportunities, but neither was able to clear the net, sending the match into extra time.  Extra time was over just as quickly as it started and neither team had punched their ticket to the semifinals, leading the match to penalty kicks. 

Standing interlocked with your national teammates facing the goal while the shootout took place is where you come to the obvious realization that either you or your girlfriend would be leaving this match with a crippling defeat. Being so focused on match preparation and tactics, the heartbreak that one of you would be feeling after had completely slipped your mind. It was an instance the two of you hadn’t properly discussed before leaving. With two missed penalties on your side, it seemed you would be leaving Tokyo without a medal. A goal by Dominique Janssen sealed the deal for the Netherlands. As the players in the orange kits raced around the pitch celebrating, basking in the alive hope to obtain Olympic gold, you had fallen to your knees taking in the moment. Remembering every ounce of sweat, blood, and tears it took to be on this stage. You braced yourself for post-match discussion with teary eyes and sore limbs. Each second felt like an hour as Vlatko ran through his postgame notes and then finally left so you could get changed and return to your hotel room. The changing room was quiet as everyone kept themselves mostly, some older teammates helped the younger ones through the emotions with hugs and affirmations. Kelley had alerted you that someone was waiting outside the door for you. Peering your head out, you were met with piercing grey ocean eyes, and it was as if a god had answered your prayers.

“Hi baby.” Her voice was angelic and exactly what you needed. She was still in her sweaty kit but that didn’t matter much as you bolted straight into her arms. Your glossy eyes were enough of an indication that you just needed her, she carefully ran her fingers through your hair and hugged you tight.

“Missed you.” You voice was brittle as you spoke into her chest. She was slightly taller than you and your small frame fit puzzle-like into her, being able to rest your head in the crook of her neck and collarbone.

“I missed you too.” 

A small, fleeting kiss that quickly turned passionate and hungry. You didn’t want to think about the loss anymore, you just wanted to relish in Jill’s presence. With the tournament ending for you, Jill had extended the invite to her hotel room for the night. The USWNT was scheduled to take the first flight back to the States in the morning so this could be the last time you would be able to see her until she returned home, hopefully with gold around her neck. If you couldn’t win, you wanted her to. 

Jill had sent you the directions to make your way covertly over through the large Olympic village. Dressed in a matching black jumpsuit and a cap, you kept your head low and walked carefully as to not be spotted. A small knock on her room door and she swiftly ushered you into the room, checking her surroundings in the hall as you walked in. She had changed and showered, the edges of her hair were still damp as you hugged her.  Stood in her arms just taking in each other, breathing in her warm almond and coconut scent. It had been a long three weeks without her. 

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

A head nod in agreement as you settled in between her long legs, and she flicked on a film. Roughly fifteen minutes in, your attention was no longer on the television, instead it was on the lingering fire in your chest that you had felt lying in bed night after night without the Dutch. All you can think about it the feeling of Jill’s body against yours. With growing arousal, you turned towards her and pulled her in for a searing kiss, throwing your arms around her neck as you shifted to kneel between her legs to be able to pull her closer. She met your lips eagerly for a moment, nipping your bottom lip before she drew backwards.  In your relationship, Jill typically had the higher sex drive, so it was a bit out of character for you to pursue the midfielder, especially after a crushing loss.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to baby.” She dragged her thumb along the side of your cheek, her eyes darting to yours to scan for any sort of reluctance. The desire burned in the Dutch midfielder as it did inside you, but she was also content spending the night cuddling and interlocked with you. All she really wanted was to be near you, to make up for lost time. Jill’s large hands roam the outlines of your covered toned back.

“I want to. I need to,” you reassured her, looking up at her through your lashes with dilated pupils. You needed to forget about the loss, forget about the match entirely. You needed something, or someone, to free your clouded mind. Your look of approval was enough for Jill, shifting your bodies so you were now parallel under her. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long. God, you’re beautiful.”  Jill had not fully registered how long she had been without your body.

“I’ve really missed you,” you told her, meeting her lips.

Her hands trailed up your sweatshirt finding your exposed breasts, you had forgone wearing bra in hopes that this was how the night was going to end. A low groan fell from your mouth as she kneaded the delicate skin, inching the fabric upwards to pull it over your head and remove it from your body entirely.  Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you watched as her defined ab muscles flexed when she followed suit and quickly discarded her oversized tee. The burning desire only grew in your body as you surveyed her tanned skin, she had certainly got some sun in Tokyo. She bent down to reconnect your lips, her larger frame gently falling onto yours, your fingers ran through her dirty blonde hair pulling her in closer. You needed the contact, you needed her close to your body. It was a heated, passionate kiss while her hands grabbed desperately at your bottom half, eager for you to remove your bottoms. 

Swiftly throwing them to the side as she pushed your body backwards into the mattress, your head finding a pillow to rest on. Her warm fingertips trailed up and down your thighs, she could feel the tension in your flexed quads. She could tell your body was tense.

“Baby relax, I’ll take care of you,” she cooed, placing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs as she spread them wide.

A small wet circle had formed on your underwear as she lingers her fingers along the top hem. Drawing little soft circles and placing a soft kiss on your clothed clit, humming to herself that she can make you feel this good without even properly touching you yet. 

“All this for me?” she devilishly grinned against your skin.

Removing the last piece of clothing remaining between you and a release dangerously slow, taking her time to attach her mouth to your chest. Taking turns between your breasts, she takes a nipple into her mouth and sucks greedily, cupping the other with her free hand before she bites onto the flesh. Finding home in her locks, you pushed her head lower down your body.

“So needy huh baby?”

She licked a broad stroke up your cunt, finally where you really needed her, using her thumb to flick side to side on your exposed clit. A hushed moan left your mouth, forcing you to bite you lower lip to stay silent assuming her national teammates were just across the hall. You didn’t want them to hear your desperate noises for the Dutch. 

“You can be as loud as you want. The rest of the team is out celebrating. I want to hear you. Baby.”

Unhooking your lips in an o-shaped motion when she began gliding her long fingers through your slit, using your arousal to coat her fingers. 

“Fuck Jill,” shivering under her touch. 

“Good girl. You taste so good baby,” placing her fingers in her mouth as she sucked relentlessly on them to properly taste you, she had missed your taste. Inching them towards you as they entered your mouth and you tasted yourself, a line of spit connecting them as she pulled them out and pushed her pointer finger slowly into you. Your pussy easily swallowed her warm finger inch by inch. Her other hand on your thigh to hold you in place on the mattress, a grounding placement that helped the previous stress of the match fall out of your mind, relinquishing in her touch. 

“Don’t tease me Jill, I need more,” it was a sweet little plea that spurred her on. You needed her to fuck you hard, inching the sore limbs and upset emotions from the previous 90 minutes of football to the back of your mind.

Twisting her head downwards at your request, fluttering her tongue along your clit. Her slow thrusts with one finger speedily turned to two fingers stretching you out and working you open to eventually adjust to a third. Gripping your wrists above your head as she fucked into you. You were sure she was going to leave a trail of bruises on the skin but the way she pounding into you left the concerns a tomorrow’s problem. Her mouth found home on your neck, sucking roughly at the wide-open skin, running her tongue down the newly formed dark red marks she left across your body. Your moans only got louder and louder. She paid attention to the way your hips moved in rhythm with her fingers, essentially fucking yourself on her fingers.

“Mm Jill,” as she skillfully curled her fingers against your walls. 

“Who makes you feel like this,” she groaned out.

“You, Jill, only you can make me feel like this,” you yelled out, feeling no shame in letting everyone in the Olympic village know who pleases you.

Mercilessly fingering into you with an unrelenting tempo brought you closer to chasing climax. With her knuckles deep, shockwaves were sent through your body, tightening around her digits. 

“Close Jill…. Close.” 

“Let go baby, I’ve got you,” unhooking your wrists and instead interlocking one of your hands with her. Brushing her thumb along the top of your hand and with a few more thrusts you were falling apart under her. With your head thrown back and your breath hitched, your hips jut out towards her and your back arches off the bed as you reach your peak. Jill carefully coaxes you through your high, hand now stationed on your thighs kneading the skin as you come down. Once your breathing had returned to normal and your legs had stopped squirming, Jill met your eyes. 

“I want you to ride my face,” she suggested.

Locking eyes with her, “Are you sure?”

She shook her head and settled on her back in between two pillows and shifted you onto her lap. You grinded harder on her, interlocking your lips in a wet sloppy kiss. You stationed yourself over Jill’s face as she leaded back more to allow you to fully kneel around her head. Jill’s hair sprayed against the pillows with her dark hooded eyes staring up at you, you nearly could have came at the sight. You placed your hands on the headboard to avoid possibly suffocating the girl and settled your dripping pussy on her face. You could feel her hot breath tickling your skin. She cupped your chin and made you watch as you rode her face. 

“I want you to stay like that,” she murmured against your inner thigh.

The moment her tongue made contact with your folds, your hands flew from the headboard to grip her hair. She let out a loud moan and pressed her face closer to your core. The tip of her nose carefully rubbed against your sensitive clit. Her hands pinched your tits, rolling the buds between her fingers. Her pointed tongue skillfully buried inside you, moving with rapid pace. You couldn’t help but grind your hips, fucking yourself on her tongue.

“Taste so good,” she mumbled. 

You felt yourself throb and close your thighs around her head. Rocking your hips to grind down harder on the Dutch, smearing your arousal all over the midfielder’s lips. You could feel her moan against your core that sent vibrations throughout your body. She pulled your swollen bud in her wet, skilled mouth. She pushed her tongue past your tightness and prodded at your walls. 

“Oh fuck Jill,” you choked out a whimper.

“Come on baby, just one more. You’re doing so good for me.”

You reached your hand down to rub your clit as she increased her speed. You threw you head backwards as your eyes clenched closed when a sharp smack hit your ass and your hips bucked against air.

“Be a good girl and I’ll let you come.”

Your skin burned as the coil in your stomach was so close to snapping. You peered down to the girl between your thighs, her mouth glistening with your wetness as you rocked back and forth. 

“Please, please, please Jill, let me come. I’ll be good,” you begged.

Jill grinned against you and pulled you down by your thighs to be closer to her. Moans and whimpers slipped past your mouth as your walls clenched around her tongue, flicking against your sensitive nub. Your knees are tilting back and forth against her face, spreading yourself more open for her to hit every inch of you.

“Baby you taste so sweet. Such a sweet little cunt all for me. Let go for me.”

With another rough flick to your clit, you cried out as her tongue lapped up your juices and you caught your breath. You swivel your hips in small circles to ride out your high as your temple throbs with overstimulation. You fall forward against the headboard as Jill licks you clean. You topple off of her and instead next to her on the bed, trying to regulate your breathing and your blurry vision.

On the mattress next to the girl, you crane your neck to see Jill staring up at the ceiling with a cocky grin carved into her face. Licking her lips and using her hand to clean her chin to wipe off the leftovers of your orgasm. She turns her head slowly towards you and scoots closer to your body, brushing the hairs off of your sweaty forehead. 

Placing a soft kiss on your lips, “I really missed you baby.”

Curling in next to her and interlocking your hands, you told her, “I missed you too baby.” Jill pulled the once discarded comforter over your bodies and you snuggled more into her. You would think about the loss tomorrow, right now you were in Jill’s arms, and for right now, even if it was for just a few more hours, you were relaxed.

[pelova4president]

Lovey Dovey

Jill Roord x Doctor!Reader

summary~ Jill just had her ACL surgery and is still high on the anesthesia.

Jill wasn’t a fan of surgery’s, how could anyone be. She was nervous about this whole procedure. Tearing her ACL in her prime had done a number on her, not only physically but mentally too. But the surgery had to be done and she knew that.

You’ve been dating Jill for about a year now. You met through your mutual friend, Vivianne Miedema. The first few months were long distance, with you working in England and Jill in Germany. You hadn’t really seen eachother throughout the World Cup but kept in touch, texting her good morning and goodnight and recording voice notes. And sometimes you took in into yourself to make her a vlog about your day, she liked those most.

Driving was Jill’s thing, she enjoyed it and you loved that she loved it. You had certain tasks without really agreeing on them, they had just become your unassigned jobs in your relationship. Your girlfriend was a little sceptical, letting you drive in her still quite new car.

Jill had hidden the keys to her car and you were not having it. “Jill tell me where the fucking keys are.” you sighed, having searched for it everywhere by now. She simply shook her head with a childlike frown.

You simply had no other choice than to threaten her. “Jill you better tell me where they are or i won’t kiss you until you can play full football games again.”, now that got her attention. “That’s just mean, you can’t do that to me baby” the woman groaned sinking even further into the couch.

“Watch me.” you said, arms folded under eachother. “Fine, under the blue vase in the kitchen.” she finally admitted. You leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead to thank her.

Finding the keys you sigh, “Let’s go baby.”.

The drive to the hospital was rather chaotic, well it was for you. You had to watch the road in front of you and listen to your stubborn girlfriend telling you how to drive and how she thought this was just a horrible idea, she should’ve never ‘given’ you the keys.

It was a wonder Jill was still alive after that trip, she could’ve sworn she had atleast two heart attacks and went into multiple cardiac arrests. But luckily for her a docter was driving, well lucky to some extent.

You wheeled her into the big building, you knew her anxiety was spiking but you’ve talked her through the procedure multiple times. “Jilly, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll be with you, when you go to sleep and i’ll be there when you wake up.” you said, squeezing her shoulder to reassure her.

The Dutch Lioness had to change and got ready for her surgery. With a peck to the lips she let go. “I love you” she told you. “Love you too, you’re very brave Jilly.” you kissed before she fell into a deep slumber.

Waking up from the surgery you expected her to be a bit dazed out but she was more than that.

Stroking patterns on her arms you soothed her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, a groggy groan caught your attention. “Hey, you’re with us again. I bet you’ve had some pretty weird dreams hmm?” you said getting her to look at you.

“Why’s the light so lightly?” her raspy voice sounded. Laughing at her sleepy state you answered, “Hospital lights are supposed to be like that baby.”

Jill was taken aback by that. “Why are you calling me baby? I’ve already got a liefje.” Jill frowned. You had to hold your laugh in at that.

“Jill look at me, i’m your liefje.” she finally fully opened her eyes and took a good look at you. Satisfied she hummed, ���I’ve done really good. You’re very pretty and nice and pretty.” your girlfriend slurred, dragging the ‘really’ out. “Can you do a spin for me liefje? Pretty please.” she asked you sweetly.

Standing up you did a ballerina like twirl. “Good enough for you baby?” you asked her, hand on your hip. She approved your twirl and demanded a kiss. “I want a kiss now.” you walked towards her to give in but apparently you didn’t move fast enough and she started getting out of the hospital bed.

“Jill! Stay there, you’re not supposed to be on your feet already!” you yelled a bit annoyed. She probably couldn’t stand on her leg yet and definitely not now that she was still so dazy.

Quickly she let loose of the bed railing and laid back again. “Okay okay, but i need a kiss to make it better!” she was gonna be the death of you.

You got into bed with her and almost immediately she wrapped herself around you, kissing every bit of your face. “I” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “so so so so” kiss “much” she snuggled into you. “Jilly, i love you too” you giggled into the crook of her neck.

The two of you got to go home after a few hours but Jill was still a bit out of it. You tried to get her to sit in the passenger seat but she wouldn’t let go of you. “Jilly, you need to let go, i can’t drive us home like this.” you told her.

And even in het dazed state she caught on to the fact you were driving her car. “You don’t need to drive us home schatje. Uber and i’ll drive it home another day.” she negotiated with you.

“Oh shut up. You’re not gonna die, you baby.” you rolled your eyes at her. Jill placed her hand over her heart and acted like she just got stabbed in it. “Big baby.” you laughed.

Arriving home she still wouldn’t let you go. You had to carry her out of the car and placed her on the couch. “I’m gonna die if you won’t stay with me. You’re a doctor, don’t let me die, you signed to safe all the life’s you possibly can!” she yelled when you got up to make the two of you some tea.

“Stop saying that! You’re not gonna die.” you yelled from the kitchen. “You don’t know that until you find me dead on the couch in a few seconds.” you heard her mumble when you walked into the living room with two cups of hot tea in hand.

It was a hard day for her and you knew that so you kept her close. If you were all she needed you would be there. And after what must’ve been a tiring day for her she fell asleep next to you, holding your hand as tight as she could in her sleep.

y/n_y/l/n posted on their story

A/N i just realised that the anon might’ve meant that Jill and R met at the hospital but well.. too late now sorry

[totaly-obsessed]

Jill Roord Appreciation

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And not to forget, THAT Gif:

[pitchsidestories]

Nothing's New II Jill Roord x Reader

masterlist I word count: 2216

warnings: mentioning of ACL injuries, hurt, comfort

a/n: as always this is just fiction. Your feedback is always appreciated, based off this request.

When the diagnosis arrived, you were horrified. The three bad letters no football player ever wants to hear. An ACL rupture. The same injury you sustained just a few weeks ago.

Since you already had your surgery done and were no longer on crutches, you took it upon yourself to take care of your injured girlfriend like she did for you. You set a tea cup down on the coffee table in your living room and gave Jill another pillow so she could be as comfortable as possible as she rested her knee on the sofa.

“Okay, are you comfy and ready, Jill?“, you asked gently. Jill just nodded once; “Yes…“ Carefully, you sat down next to her and took her phone in your hand. You started scrolling through all the unread messages she had gotten since the diagnosis. Touched by all the kind words, you started to smile as you read the first few messages to her; “Alright, Viv says you got this.“

“Of course, she did…“, Jill sighed, hinting at the fact that her team mate in the dutch national team was already back playing. “And she’ll be there when you need to talk or just want to have a good cry.“, you continued in hopes that this would cheer your girlfriend up. Jill just pressed her lips together to a straight line; “Thats’s sweet.“ “I agree. Do you want a break or hear from another person who reached out?“

To your surprise, she nodded in your direction for you to continue; “No, keep going.“ “Shanice wants to remind you that she’ll be always there for you and you’re going to win this battle. And she ended on that she loves you, Jilly.“, you read the next post. Finally, a smile tugged on the corners of her mouth; “That’s so Shanice.“

“Agreed. On the photo she has a camera in her hand. I guess it’s worth to remember that the next months are still worth capturing in photos. The beautiful and the ugly.“, you gently reminded her. Jill shrugged, not excited to talk about her hobby; “We’ll see about that.“ You reached out, placing a hand on top of your girlfriends; “At least you said something similar to me… almost a month ago.“

The dutch football player locked eyes with you and admitted; “Sorry, I was underestimating how different it feels when it actually happens to yourself.“ “It’s okay, really. I just wish you didn’t have to go through it as well.“, you replied unhappily.

Softly, Jill rubbed circles on the back of your hand with her thumb; “At least we’re going through it together I guess.“ “That’s true.“, you agreed, while your girlfriend took the phone from you with her other hand. Placing it next to her, she decided; “I think that’s enough for now.“

“Okay.”, you agreed quietly. The forward placed a soft kiss on the top of your head: ”Thanks.” “You’re welcome.”, you mumbled leaning against her upper body as she wrapped her arms around you, trying to comfort you both.

She took a deep breath before trying to articulate how the messages affected her:” It was sweet of them but..”  “But it’s all too much at the moment, right?”, you ended her sentence in an understanding tone. Exasperated Jill went through her hair with her free hand: “ I don’t like to be pitied.” “Did you pity me?”, you asked her cautiously.

Looking down at her fingers the Dutch woman admitted:” A bit.” “See?”, you looked up to her, her looking so miserable made your heart break again. Slowly she tried to explain herself: “I mean it’s like the injury that every female football player is scared of.”

These words ignited a fire in your stomach which made you jump off the sofa:” Yes, and still, no one seems to care about that!” “The players and the fans care.”, your girlfriend disagreed. Her response didn’t seem to calm you down it only made you more furious with what was currently happening:” That’s nice but it doesn’t stop them from happening, right? Don’t misunderstand me, the support from their side is great but it needs to be more researched when it has been in the past!”  

“You’re expecting too much. We’ve just won the fans over for our sport. Until medical departments and brands will acknowledge it, it might take a long time.”, your girlfriend reminded you.  “And so many things have changed since we started playing football professionally for club and country.”  “Yes, in good and in bad ways.”, Jill commented cooly.

Hearing that you couldn’t help to remark bitterly:” True like with the club world cup? Is it something we really needed? More games and less downtime? We see it even the men do their ACLs more recently and that might be because they play too much aswell.” “It’s because they try to commercialize everything. FIFA and UEFA only care about the money they can make with us.”, the blonde scoffed.

In frustration you shook your head:” But we’re humans not machines!” “Looks like they think differently.”, Jill pointed out cynical. More hopeful you continued:” But the protest is rising so maybe things will change for the better.” “Doesn’t help us right now anyway.”, the forward whispered, an amused smile was playing on her lips.

Irritated you observed that change in her face:” Exactly why are you smiling now?” “It’s just how can be such a small person be so full of rage?”, she shrugged with her shoulders. Promptly you protested:” I’m not small.” “Yes, you’re.”, Jill teased you, the grin on her face deepened by your immediate reaction.  

Pouting you replied:” No, you’re just tall.” “I’m not that tall.”, the fellow football player answered while thinking about her height compared to Bunny’s. Her remark made you roll your eyes:” Sure, love.”

“Not my fault that you’re tiny.“, Jill shrugged, unimpressed. You shook your head with a slight smile; “Rude. But whatever makes you smile I guess.“ “Doesn’t matter anyway. We both tore our ACLs independent of our heights.“, your girlfriend commented with a nod towards your knee.

You suddenly remembered a text message you got earlier that day and swiftly changed the topic; “Alex asked earlier today if we want to travel with the team to the Tottenham game. What do you think?“ Jill took a few seconds to contemplate your suggestion, before slowly nodding: “We could at least support the girls, right?“ “Yes, definitely.“, you agreed, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. “Yeah, we’ll go.“, Jill said decidedly. You smiled; “Alright. I’ll tell Alex tomorrow.”

Just a few days later, you both were seated in Tottenhams stadium on Brisbane Road. Right before their warm-up, your teammates came over to say hello. Alex Greenwood pulled you both into a quick hug; “Hi girls.“ “Hello, Al.“, you smiled warmly at your captain. “How are my left and right ACLs?“, she grinned, pointing towards Jills knee brace.

“We’re okay. Weirdly, that little one is not as furious in front of her team mates like she was before.“, she replied with a laugh. Alex raised her perfectly done eyebrows; “Oh, was she?“ You grimaced; “Please, Jilly!“ Your girlfriend deliberately ignored you and continued; “She was really upset about the situation surrounding ACLs.“ “It’s understandable though…“, Leila Ouahabi joined the conversation. “Thanks, Leila.“, you smiled.

With curiosity, Alex turned back towards you; “Have you thought about using that anger for something?“ “Actually, I did. I’m going to do an interview about it next week.“, you admitted, your cheeks blushing slightly. Your girlfriend shrugged next to you; “Couldn’t stop her from doing that.“ “That actually sounds like a good idea.“, Kerstin Casparij agreed enthusiastically.

Esme also chimed in with her soft voice; “I agree. The more players say something, the more likely things are going to change.“ “Yes, Leah talked to the Telegraph not long ago… the more voices, the better.“, Lauren Hemp added. Laura Coombs tried to lighten up the mood by ellbowing Lauren in the side; “I’m surprised that you even remember that I sent you that article.“ “They are mean to me, y/n…“,

Lauren pouted with big innocent eyes. “No, Coombsy is actually proud of you, Hempo.“, you tried to mediate the dispute. Laura laughed; “I am!“ “Oh, okay.“, Hempo said, still looking warily at her team mate. “It’s an important topic and we have to stick together.“, Laura concluded. You nodded; “Exactly.“ Your conversation was interrupted by Alex clapping her hands; “But now we’ve got to play, girls.“ “Good luck, girls. We’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines.“, you called after them as the group of football player started to disperse.

Gratefully Lauren turned around to look at you: Thanks.” “We’ll win this for you guys.”, Kerstin promised you and Jill. Cheerfully Esme added: “Oh yes.” “Just go play.”, your girlfriend chuckled. In her captain mode Alex wrapped her arms around the two younger players: “Okay, that’s enough girls, you should listen to Jilly.” “Yes, mum.”, Lauren rolled her eyes.

The game started and as you and the tall blonde took your seats your heart sank at the sight of your teammates playing:” I missed them.” “The girls?”, she asked with a sad feeling. You could sense that she went through the same mixed feeling watching the match unfold in front of your eyes. Quietly you replied:“Yes.” “I know they’re the sweetest.”, Jill admitted.

Hearing her saying that you began to ramble: “They are. I’m glad you joined City in the summer even though I know you wanted to go to Barcelona.” “I mean everyone wants to play for the best club, right? But I’m not sure I would have felt as loved there as I do here.”, the forward said seriously.  Her fingers and yours were intertwining, making you both feel grounded, as you recalled: “True. Lucy and Keira love it there..” “Yes, but I love it here.”, the Dutch woman reassured you pulling you back into the moment.

When your team scored in the ninth minute you started cheering loudly:” Oh my god, they scored!” “Yes, girls.”, Jill clapped happily. Apologetically you bit your lip: “Bunny will score another one. I’m sure of it. Sorry, I didn’t want to.” “It’s okay.”, she told you, rubbing your back to keep you warm and calm.

Manchester City was dominating the game when they scored the next goal in the second half, you couldn’t help to be moved at what was happening on the pitch: “Look what Hempo is doing.” “Where is she going? Oh my god. That’s so cute.”, Jill exclaimed. Meanwhile Lauren was holding up a Roord jersey making sure they were thinking of her.

After the match the blonde forward was hugging your girlfriend:” Jill? Have you seen it?” “Hempo, you stood right in front of us, of course I saw it.”, amused the Dutch woman shook her head. With a bright grin on her face Leila put an arm around her friend:” Yeah but I get you Hempo, one can never be sure when Jill is with her girlfriend like is she looking at her or at the pitch. One can never be sure.”

“Oh, shut up, that’s not true. I’m always looking at the pitch.”,  Jill answered blushing. Immediately Esme was there to defend Laurens statement:”No, it’s true!”   “You’re both right but Jill do you want to take a picture with us celebrating the win?”, Alex changed the topic. Smiling Jill agreed to it: “Sure, why not?” “That turned out perfect.”, Leila beamed looking at the photo they made together.  Hempo chirmed:” Best team ever.” “Come on girls time to catch the bus back home.”, Alex reminded you all.

During the drive home you were cuddled up with your girlfriend watching the Arsenal game against Liverpool when Vivianne scored you couldn’t help but to jump up celebrating it:” Viv’s goal was amazing.” “Careful.”, worried Jill pulled you back to your seat. Your cheeks turned red:” Sorry, I was just so happy for her.” “It’s okay but you still got to be careful.”, she replied softly wrapping her arms around you. Into the warmth of her you whispered:”I’m good.” Before you slowly fell asleep.

Cheekily grinning Lauren asked:”Esme, do you have that on camera?” “I do.”, the blonde defender laughed.  Curiously Jill turned around to face the two younger teammates:” Were you filming her reaction to Viv’s goal?” “Yes.”, Esme confessed. Smirking the forward wanted to know from them: “Can you send it to me I’d love to send it to Viv?” “Already done.”, Lauren waved it off.

With that answer the Dutch lifted an eyebrow up: “Seriously?” “You’re welcome.”, the English defender giggled.  “Thanks, I guess.”  Innocently her fellow England teammate:” Can we take a photo of her sleeping?” “No. I don’t trust you to not post it.”, Jill decided.  Leila couldn’t help but to tease her:” You’re so overprotective of her.”

“Oh come on, guys.”, your girlfriend sighed frustrated. Quickly the Spanish defender continued:” We’re just joking, you two are cute.” “Will you let her sleep now then?”, hopeful Jill glanced at your teammates. In a low voice Esme gave in: “Okay, fine. Sleep well, y/n.”

Nothing new was the rise of ACL injuries but you’d never get tired of the warmth and love the mancity girls had for eachother.

[alotofpockets]

From the sidelines | Leila Ouahabi x Reader & Jill Roord x Platonic!Reader

Where Leila gets injured, and you have to watch from the sidelines.

This one is for you @sleekswosobession happy birthday!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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You found your seat amongst the crowd at Etihad Stadium, it wasn’t long after you sat down that you saw Jill Roord heading your way. “Hey Jill, how are you doing?” Since she had done her ACL she watched her team play from the stands, you hated that she was injured, but you loved the company. “I’m hanging in there, wish I could be on the field, you know?” You nod, though you had no personal experience, you could imagine how hard it was for her to not be able to play. “Anyways, how are you? Still enjoying WAG life?” The term made you laugh, “I’m doing well, and WAG life is great as always.” 

The two of you talked until warm-ups started. Leila looked into the crowd, always eager to find you as soon as she could. Once she did she waved at you with the biggest smile on her face, you waved back and didn't let your eyes leave your girlfriend as the team started their warming up. “The only good thing about missing out on playing is watching how disgustingly in love the two of you are.” Jill jokes, earning herself a friendly shove. “Missing Jana I see.” You throw back at her, making the girl sigh, “Yeah I do.”

Forty minutes into the game, and it was dead equal. Possession, shots on goal, and shots on target, both teams were performing at a high level on all parts of the field. You watched as Leila intercepted the ball between two of the opposing players, and started running up the field with it. She passed a few players already, and was looking to give the assist to Jess or Chloe. Before she could even decide to which one of the forwards she was going to pass the ball, she plummeted to ground reaching for her ankle instantly.

You watched in fear as you saw the hard tackle that was made on your girlfriend. Standing with your hand over your mouth as she reached for her ankle, and wasn’t getting up. Jess was signaling for the medics before the referee even made it to Leila. “Please tell me my mind is tricking, and it’s not as bad as it looks.” Jill puts her hand on your shoulder, “I wish I could.” The way Leila’s face contorted each time the medics touched her ankle said enough for the level of pain she was in.

The crowd went silent as a stretcher was brought onto the field, and Leila was given a green whistle to ease the pain. “Come on, follow me.” You followed Jill down the stands, where she managed to get the both of you on the sidelines of the pitch. Jill knew from her injury that she wanted nothing more than for Jana to be by her side, so she wanted Leila to have that opportunity. You watched from the sidelines as your girlfriend was helped onto the stretcher and carried in your direction. “Go, she’ll need you in there.” Jill urged you to follow the stretcher. You stepped in line with them and reached for your girlfriend’s hand, “I’m here baby.”

You sat with Leila as the medical team checked out her ankle. “I think you have broken something in your ankle, but you’re going to need to go to the hospital to get an x-ray to make sure. Go as soon as you can, so we can treat it best.” He was talking to Leila, but she was a bit out of it from the green whistle, so you take in the information and answer him. “I can take her right now.”

Since Leila was a bit loopy from the green whistle, you accepted Jill's offer to go to the hospital with you. The two of them sat in the back, as you drove. “Jill,” Your girlfriend started, “did you know that I have the most beautiful girlfriend?” You blush at the comment. Jill smirks, and pulls out her phone. “What did you say?” She films your girlfriend's loopy confessions. “My girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the whole world. She's so pretty, and so smart. Jill, she is really amazing. I love her so much.” Jill pans the camera to your blushing state in the mirror, before pocketing her phone again.

At the hospital you're helped quickly because the medical team called ahead. They took Leila to get some x-rays, while you nervously waited in the room for the results. They brought your girlfriend back before they had the results ready, saying that the doctor would be with you shortly. The effects of the green whistle were starting to wear off, and Leila was seemingly in more pain. You reach for her hand, “It's okay, the doctor will prescribe something in a bit.” 

The doctor came back with the results of the x-rays. The bad news was that her ankle was definitely broken. The good news, she wasn't going to need surgery. With a boot and a pair of crutches she was sent on her way. The doctor would contact the medical team with a course of treatment. After picking up the prescribed medication, you headed back to the car.

You dropped Jill off at her place and thanked her for all her help, before you made your way to your place. Leila quickly got the hang of the crutches, as you walked her to the front door. Once she was settled on the couch, you made a trip back to the car to grab your bags. “Are you hungry, love?” She might not have played the full match, but she still used up a lot of her energy. “Yeah, but can we order in? I really want some cuddles right now.” You smile at her grabby hands and make your way over to the couch. “That sounds like a great plan.”

With the delivery order placed, Leila cuddles into your side. “Did they win?” Her passion for the team was always present. “Yes, they did. 2-0.” You always had match notifications on for her team, so when you were in the hospital, you had seen the final score. 

“Oh, also Jill sent something to the group chat that you might want to check out.” She watched herself simp over you with a smile on her face. “Even drugged up me knows what's important.” She pecks your lips. “I love you baby, thank you for being here for me.” 

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[gunnerfc]

Jill Roord NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Jill is so soft after sex, her main concern is making sure you’re okay and getting you water or anything else you need

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Jill’s favorite body part is her legs, she’s caught you on numerous occasions staring at them while she works out and she always tries to show off her muscles when she knows you’re looking

Her favorite body part of yours is your hands, but not for the obvious reason (though she does like them for that too), she loves your hands, especially how you leave scratch marks all over her back

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Loves making eye contact with you while she cleans her fingers, moaning at how you taste

D: Dirty Secret 

Jill loves how loud you are and she always tries to fuck you harder to make you louder so someone might hear you

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

Jill is defiantly experienced and it was obvious from the first time you slept together

F: Favorite Position 

When you’re on your back and she’s fucking you with a strap, your hands usually wrap around her as you hold on tightly to her back, leaving scratch marks

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Jill can be a little silly but once she’s in the mood, she’s only focused on you

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Most of the intimacy is after sex but on some occasions, like an anniversary or your birthday she’s a bit more intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

She likes watching you get yourself off or talking you through while you’re on the phone

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Daddy kink, it drives her crazy hearing you call her ‘daddy’

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Any surface in your apartment or a hotel room, or the shower, works for her

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Just having her hands on you in some way is enough to turn her on, she just enjoys being super close to you

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

Jill is open to trying new things so she won’t say no to anything without trying it

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

She likes both about the same, but she goes down on you more

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Most cases it’s fast and rough but if she wants to take her time or it’s a special occasion, she’ll go a bit slower

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

Jill likes them, especially if she needs you right then and can’t till you get home

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She is! As long as you are on the same page about something, she’s down

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two can go for many rounds and Jill is hardly tired by the end

T: Toys 

Her favorite strap is her go to every time you have sex

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Jill loves teasing you, hearing you beg her to fuck you is music to her ears

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

She’s not the loudest, but she moans a lot during sex

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

She likes spitting in your mouth after eating you out, she’ll hold your jaw open and have you swallow

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s a bit higher, having sex is one of her favorite things

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Jill can be up for a bit after sex, she’s just not as tired as you are and it always confuses you how she still has so much energy after sex

[zeezelweazel]

Jill Roord| Comfort|

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I wanted to write for her for some time now and unnamed recent events have pushed me to finally do it

(another short one)

TW: injuries

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The Manchester derby is always one of your favourite matches. Getting to prove once more that Manchester is sky blue always gets you buzzing. This match was especially important, being the last of the conti cup group stages.

It all went down hill when Jill went down after an alteration with Katie Zalem. You were right there, you saw that it wasn't a rough challenge, but your girlfriend stayed down holding her knee and you run to her side immediately.

"Baby are you okay?"

You kneeled beside her and took her hand. You girlfriend was still on the ground her face converting into a painful expression as she tried to get up. You noticed the med team running on the field and gulped down your worries.

"My knee feels wrong."

The rest of the team had gathered around Jill, worried faces trying to stay calm. Alex ushered everyone away to give space to the med team so they can take care of Jill properly.

Alex stayed by your side as you anxiously chewed on your fingernails. Soon the team helped Jill get up and limp her way off the pitch. You felt a nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach while watching your girlfriend in pain without being able to do anything to help.

You tried to get your head back in the game and play after the whistle blew once more but Jill lingered in the back of your mind. After the second half started you found yourself catching her eyes in the stands and you couldn't help but grin. She was happily watching the team play, so that meant that she's fine.

Or so you thought.

The moment you left the pitch you swarmed to your girlfriend's side immediately but you couldn't find her. Some of the staff informed you that she was taken to the physio for some extra exams. You tried not think about the worst but the image of your girlfriend falling down and clutching her knee wouldn't leave your mind.

Soon you found the room and saw one of the medics close the door. They had an expression of relief and pity when they saw you, it did nothing to ease your worries. You opened the door slowly to see your girlfriend laying on one of the beds with her head hung low. You entered the room and took a seat on the bed next to her. When Jill didn't look at you, you placed your hand on the top of her head and leaned down to try and catch her eyes. Jill's head shot up and your heart broke at the sight of her puffy red eyes. You took her face in your hands as Jill's bottom lip trembled.

"It's my ACL..."

You closed your eyes and breathed out a heavy sigh. That's the answer you dreaded from the moment you saw her go down.

"God baby, I'm so sorry."

The moment the words left your mouth Jill completely broke down. You pulled her in the safety of your arms as heavy sobs racked her body. Her tears stained the side of your neck and your shirt but you couldn't care less. You rubbed her back to soothe her as you whispered sweet nothings into her blonde hair. After a few moments her sobs calmed into sniffles and you kissed the top of her head.

Your heart broke when you thought about how you won't get to play together until the next season and how Jill will miss the Olympics, all her dreams crushed because of this stupid injury.

Jill stays firmly tucked at your shoulder and you don't make a move to startle her. You wrap your arms tighter against her. You want to take her away from the world and kiss her lips until the turn upright into her beautiful smile.

"You're strong and you'll come back from this stronger okay? And I'll be with you. All the way."

Jill looks at you and finally smiles and your heart skips a beat.

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[redhairedwolfwitch]

Sombra y Amor

First part - Sombra y Fuego

A/n: I forgot where I was going with this part 2, but I have a vague idea of a timeline running up to the 2023 summer transfer window👀 but keep in mind it's set in the 2021/22 season in this part so whoops. I decided to be nice since I passed my driving theory test today:)

Summary: R’s family were family friends of the Putellas family, R grew up with them, goes over to help establish Manchester United WFC whilst studying there, over the years befriends some Dutchies and Ona when she arrives too.

///

Whoever organised the villas for Ibiza clearly thought you needed to be babysat. You were in the room next to Alexia’s, and Alba was in the same villa too. 

The agreement for your birthday was two celebrations, one in Manchester, which you had with your United teammates, a celebration that ended with you waking up the next morning with Ona using your chest as a pillow, and a teasing text on your phone from Jill, about how you fell asleep on the call with her. 

The other celebration would be in Ibiza with as many of your Spanish national teammates as possible, plus, much to Alexia’s resistance, and Jenni’s encouragement, Jill had tagged along, meeting some of her Wolfsburg teammates in the process.

You weren’t going to admit that you’d been staying up to work on your final assignment of the trimester, the part-time degree taking up chunks of your time when you weren’t training for a match or participating in said matches.

Your sleep schedule was a mess though because of it, Ona having woken you up so you could both get to the airport in time to head back to Spain being one of the more significant events. Or how you slept on Ona’s shoulder for most of the flight back.

Footsteps approaching your room were the first thing you heard, but whoever it was knocked gently, waiting before opening the door slightly, then walking in. You ruled out Alba, Ona and Jill, and nobody else would walk into your room whilst you were sleeping but one. The knocking and waiting, the door opening slightly to peek in, it was Alexia.

“Buenos días mi pequeña sombra… are you awake? I hope you are, Jenni’s plan was to dump water on you, but I said I would check first…” Her voice was soft, reminding you of when you were a child, sneaking into her bed when you had nightmares. You would choose Alexia over Alba then because Alba accidentally rolled you out of her bed, waking up the entire Putellas household because you had hit your head on the way to the floor.

A soft groan left your mouth as you rolled over, leaving space for Alexia to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand gently pulling down the back of your pyjama shirt from where it had rolled up.

“Hm… buenos días…” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes as you rolled over to look at her.

“What’s wrong? You have that look on your face- the same one you had when… what’s bothering you?” You trailed off, avoiding admitting what you had thought of last time Alexia had that expression on her face.

“You re-signed with United?” Your signing with United in 2018 had taken Alexia, Alba and Eli by surprise, but you explained your reasons well, for the three year contract anyway, but now you were tacking on another two years, taking you up to summer 2023.

“My degree… It's taking longer than I thought, since it’s part time, but after the lockdowns, the universities got better at online work, so I’m ahead… I re-signed because it’s going to take another year at least, and United is getting better. Ona’s contract is until 2023 too, if they activate the option year. The WSL is fun, and it’s not like Barcelona needs Sombra.” You replied, about to bury your face in your pillow but Alexia let out a sigh.

“By the way, thanks for kicking Chelsa’s ass in the finals.” You changed the subject, seeing the disappointment in your older sister’s eyes at you saying Barcelona didn’t need Sombra, referring to yourself like that.

“Come on, get dressed, you’re missing breakfast. Jenni, hold off on the water. Sombra is awake.” Alexia nudged you, calling out to Jenni, who let out a bored groan in the hallway, peeking her head in as Alexia nudged you again, spotting you going back to sleep.

“Finally!” Jill teased you whilst Ona laughed, but you chose to ignore them both in favour of breakfast, sitting down next to Ona with Jill opposite you. You could feel other eyes on you as you realised that Alba, Jenni and Alexia were all watching you three.

“Hoe zijn je nieuwe teamgenoten?” 

Jill let out a chuckle before replying in Dutch, the two of you chattering away as Ona looked overwhelmed, but a smile lit up her face when she saw the looks on the other Spanish players’ faces.

“How much of that do you understand?”

“Jackie’s Dutch lessons are really good, plus I like the looks on everyone’s faces when faced with a language they don’t understand.” You shrugged, before Jill said something in Dutch that left your face burning.

“Ik probeerde dat te vergeten." 

Jill laughed at that, leaving you to huff as your sisters looked confused, and Ona shook her head in amusement, having a slight idea of what was happening.

“Let’s move on… what are we doing today? Also where is everyone else?” You glanced around, taking another bite of your breakfast.

“They went to rent a boat.” Jenni explained, as you got up to make a drink, following you over to make a coffee.

“A boat?”

“Yes. You can reenact Titanic.” Jenni smirked, but you frowned in confusion, taking a moment before realising.

“I’d understand that reference, if I had actually been awake during that movie.” You retorted, watching as Jenni removed the teaspoon from her coffee cup. 

“Have you told Alexia about when we’re back in Barcelona? What did Mapi say?” Jenni asked into her coffee, sparing a glance in the direction of your sisters as you hummed.

“Mapi offered to do it herself, but Alexia would kill her. I haven’t told Alexia, but I think she’s still a little offended that I went with Alba for my fourth one, instead of with her. She had a media thing so couldn’t go with me.”

“Fourth? It is like you are growing up before my eyes!” Jenni teased, grinning as you grimaced into your drink.

“You’ve known me for years-”

“What are you two talking about?” Alba raised an eyebrow, walking over to make herself a drink.

“Nothing!” “Nothing!”

///

“Are you sure those three aren’t all dating?” Lola gestured to where you, Jill and Ona were on the dancefloor together.

“We’re sure, but… I don’t think our baby sister realises anything beyond trying to annoy Alexia.” Alba replied before disappearing onto the dance floor.

“Annoy you?” Lola enquired, turning to Alexia, who rolled her eyes, swaying to the music slightly as she turned to look at Lola, no longer watching you, Jill and Ona.

“My baby sisters… who have somehow disappeared?” Alexia frowned, looking over the dancefloor again to spot Ona dancing with Leila, and Jill was talking to some of her Wolfsburg teammates.

“Maybe they wanted some air?” Lola suggested, looking over the dancefloor and seeing no indication of you or Alba anywhere.

///

You had to grow out of sneaking into Alexia’s room as you grew up, because she grew up too, and you saw her less and less due to football. Instead, you’d lay awake at night, staring up at the ceiling trapped in your thoughts. Sometimes Alba would find you kicking a football outside, or Eli would wake up to find you studying at the dining room table in the early morning.

Exiting your room at the villa, your feet were soft against the floor, tapping your knuckles against the door you needed carefully, waiting before opening the door enough to peek in hesitantly. It was only when you saw that it was safe that you slipped into the room, curling up on the floor next to Alexia’s bed.

You tried not to flinch as you heard the bedsheets rustle, but Alexia was peeking over the bed to look down at you curled up on the floor.

“What’s wrong? You had a nightmare? Why are you on the floor?” Alexia whispered into the darkness, hearing you let out a sigh.

“I can’t sleep. Jill admitted she’s had feelings for me for a while, but she’s leaving for Germany, and I’m not going to see her unless Spain plays against the Netherlands and I’m on the roster. We both accepted it was a missed opportunity, but it still hurts.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, curling up further on the floor until Alexia reached down to rub your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, mi pequeña sombra, although, you’re not that little anymore…”

“I’m still five years younger… even if I’m not that toddler running after you and Alba anymore.” You replied, leaning into your sister’s touch as she huffed.

“The ball was bigger than your legs but you wanted to play with me. You would cry if I wouldn’t let you. Mi pequeña sombra… my little shadow…”

“Too long for a jersey. I still remember when they started calling me Sombra, but it didn’t warm my heart like mi pequeña sombra did. You called me just Sombra once, and I wanted to cry. You’re my sister, even if we’re not blood. You, Alba, Eli, you’re more my family than… them. I love you.” your rambling was cut off as Alexia shifted in her bed, wrapping her arms around you to pull you into her, the hold reminding you of when you were little, clinging to your big sister after nightmares had woken you up.

“I love you, mi pequeña sombra, my littlest sister… Does Alba know about it?” Alexia hummed, gently rubbing your back as you shifted.

“Yeah, we talked the entire way back here from the club, I think I wrecked her plans to dance with whoever she was eyeing at the club but if Ona saw me cry, or Jill realised her confession made me cry… Alba’s had my back ever since she threw a boy in the mud for trying to kiss me.”

“¿Qué?” Alexia almost flew up from the bed, confusion all over her face at what you had said, quickly asking when this had happened, and where she was at the time of the event.

“We were at the park. You had gone off to play football with the big kids, and I wasn’t allowed to join you since I was seven, you were twelve, Alba was nine. I’d played with the boy before on the playground, but I don’t know why he thought kissing me was a good idea. Alba spotted it, shoved him into the mud and glared at him, he cried, and I cried too when Eli came over… and that’s the story of how a boy was almost my first kiss.”

“Remind me to thank Alba. Wait, almost your first kiss… who was your first kiss?” Alexia asked, but you were either asleep, or pretending to, as Alexia got no answer. Who your first kiss was was something only you and some of the Spanish squad from the under 17’s championships in Iceland knew.

///

Your sleeping-in habit was apparently contagious. You and Alexia both were still sleeping when Alba went to check on you, finding your bed empty, so she headed towards Alexia’s room, finding you asleep, having stolen the blanket from a sleeping Alexia, and your foot was dangling off the bed.

A shriek echoed through the villa, leaving everyone else in the villa, and outside it in the pool to immediately look around, wondering what had happened.

“Alba! Don’t do that!” you yelled, having awoken to a hand grabbing your ankle, whilst Alexia flew up at your shriek, protectiveness in overdrive until she realised it was only Alba pranking you.

“Lo siento, but you left your foot dangling over the edge.” Alba smirked, but you huffed, glancing around to realise you were not in your bed, or your room, and the three of you were not alone.

“Buenos días, everyone!” you got out of bed, heading into the hallway, bypassing the audience to head to your room to get ready for the day. It wasn’t until they heard another shriek for Ona that had them hurrying to your room, finding you jumping around.

“What’s going on?”

“I got my grade back on my assignment, the one I stayed up until 2am to finish, I got 75! That’s a first class!” you exclaimed, jumping around in excitement as Ona eventually realised what you had said, and what assignment you were talking about, quickly jumping into your arms to join your celebrations.

You didn’t see the way your sisters exchanged looks, because you were busy jumping around with Ona in your arms, grins on both your faces.

///

Floating in the pool, you stared up at the blue cloudless sky, the water rippling gently against your skin.

It was only when you heard a sploosh, eyes staying on the sky as the water rocked you roughly, turning your head to spot Ona swimming towards you.

“What are you doing?” Ona enquired, floating on her back next to you.

“Just thinking.”

“Be careful!” Ona teased, making you huff and roll your eyes, spotting a lone cloud drifting over.

“You, thinking can be dangerous, Sombra.” A new voice teased, making you and Ona sink instead of float, hurrying to swim over to the edge of the pool where Laia Aleixandri stood with a smirk.

“Charming… so, are you going to stand there like a lawn ornament or swim with us?”

“You two weren’t doing much swimming.” Laia deadpanned whilst Ona frowned.

“Lawn ornament?”

///

“Do you know who the first kiss was with?” Alexia quietly enquired to Alba, spotting you, Laia and Ona chatting in the pool.

“You don’t?” Alba went to tease, but Alexia’s sigh was enough to stop Alba from teasing her older sister, “I just know it happened, no details, too awkward to talk about it, but it was with a girl.”

“When, Alba, when?”

“That football trip in Iceland.” Alba replied, trying to recall more.

“In 2015?” Alexia perked up, trying to recall who would have been on the Spain squad back then.

“Hey, we’re getting ready to go to the restaurant now!” Lola called out, whilst Jenni tried to jokingly wrangle everyone out of the pool with a broom.

“Why are you so interested in my first kiss anyway? It’s not like I know who yours was, or that I want to…” you dramatically grimaced as Alexia let out a gasp, whilst Alba snickered, watching on as Alexia went to tease you back.

“So it was in Iceland with the under 17’s… you’re close to a lot of our national teammates-” Alexia began but you ducked behind Ona and Laia.

“Was not us!” the two defended themselves, hurrying after you as you all went to get ready for the restaurant, not going to dinner in your swimsuits.

///

“You’re so nosy today.” You pointed out, sipping your drink through a paper straw as Alexia put down her glass.

“You never told me-”

“The entire concept of a first kiss is awkward, and I haven’t spoken to her in a while because she plays in Spain, like nearly everyone else on the national team besides Ona, who isn’t going to tell you, and neither is Laia, who I also haven’t seen in ages so…” you shrugged, turning to talk to Laia, whilst Alexia sighed.

“First kiss, that happened already?” Lola turned, raising an eyebrow as she remembered you from years ago, how little you were.

“Five years ago apparently… no idea who it is, but someone from the national team during the under 17’s in Iceland. Not Ona or Laia…”

“Maybe you should drop it, Sombra does not have to kiss and tell.” Jenni suggested, leaving Alexia to nod in agreement, especially since dinner was beginning to arrive.

“You never told her?” Ona whispered, leaving you to shrug.

“You know me, I don’t realise people like me until it’s too late. Carmen, Jill, there was even a girl at school, we were fourteen. No point telling my sisters every missed opportunity of a relationship.” You explained quietly, poking at your meal with the fork, your appetite gone as you recalled what Jill had admitted to you yesterday.

Ona frowned slightly, reaching over to take your hand and squeeze it gently, gaining a forced smile from you in response which she shook her head at.

“How about we celebrate your assignment grade, that first, not your first kiss?” Ona asked, making you laugh slightly too loud as you gained the attention of some of the others.

“Fine, fine, yeah, let’s do that.”

///

Heading back to Barcelona, your sisters had noticed your sneakiness, but hadn’t been able to figure out why. Jill had left to pack up her stuff in London for the move to Wolfsburg, so it wasn’t about her.

“Have you seen-” Alexia began to ask Alba, but Alba already knew, since you three were supposed to be going out for dinner with Eli soon.

“Out with Mapi and Jenni-”

“Dios mío, they went out to get tattoos.” Alexia let out a sigh, but Alba wasn’t done.

“Leila and Ona too.”

“Sure, everyone else… didn’t even ask me.” Alexia began to sulk, much to Alba’s amusement.

///

“Happy?” Leila enquired, turning around to see you were giving Ona a piggyback as the five of you walked through the streets of Barcelona.

“Sí!” you grinned, but let out a groan when Jenni leaned back to pat your head, making a remark in Spanish about how you were growing up before her eyes.

“You’ve known me for years!”

“You were so little!” Jenni replied, pretending to wipe away a tear.

“And now I live in another country to play club football whilst studying for my degree, and have a few tattoos so…” you shrugged, shifting slightly to not drop Ona.

“You have more than a few!” Ona cut in, gaining Mapi’s attention.

“The ones on my ribs are private!” but what you said didn’t help, as Mapi looked between you and Ona on your back.

“But Ona saw them?”

Jenni and Leila stopped walking to raise eyebrows at you and Ona then.

“We share a flat, and we don’t have a shower curtain, it’s a pane of glass.” You deadpanned, about to retort when your phone began to ring in your pocket, “I’m going to be late for dinner, look, if you’re that interested in my tattoos, I’ll snapchat you… just not the rib ones, Alexia looked murderous when she found out Ona saw one, and that Jill went with me to get one done…”

“Alexia looked murderous about that? Good luck to whoever you end up dating!” Mapi deadpanned, noticing the look on Ona’s face as you huffed.

“No, too young to date!” Jenni cut in, with Leila agreeing, whilst Mapi began to laugh and Ona buried her face in your shoulder to hide her laughter.

“Literally the same age as Ona!”

///

Heading back to Manchester, you hugged Alexia, Alba and Eli tightly, not wanting to let go but your home was in Manchester, at least for the next two years.

“Ay, you’ll miss your flight.” Alba poked you in the sides as you fumbled with your suitcase handle.

“You have to go, mi pequeña sombra.” Alexia hummed, noticing your hesitation, but you nodded, smiling softly before turning to walk into the terminal.

///

Spain didn’t qualify for the Olympics in Tokyo, so you and Ona were well rested by the time that pre-season for the 2021/22 season began. Starting with some club friendlies, then the WSL began. The first game back against Reading was memorable, for more reasons than one, as Ona had scored the second goal in the match, Kirsty getting the first, and you scoring the third one.

The first game back was also memorable because of the meowing you heard on the way back from the cafe you had picked up breakfast from for you and Ona the morning after. You both had the day off, but you had volunteered for breakfast, allowing Ona some more time to sleep.

You froze at the mews, glancing around but there were no signs of the source. Paper bag of breakfast for two in one hand, you hummed, glancing around to try to get closer to the source of the voice.

“Oh, no, poor baby, no, I’ve got you, I’ve got you… Ona’s gonna kill me, I’m bringing home more than just breakfast.”

///

Ona didn’t expect you to bring a soggy stinky cardboard box back for breakfast, a box that happened to be transporting a furry meowing creature that was determined to try and eat the breakfast you bought.

“I’m going to find a vet now, just don’t let any of the breakfast get eaten… also, I’m not sure how long the box was in the bins outside the cafe, so… be careful of fleas and ticks.” You grabbed your phone, starting to google, while Ona looked in the box to find the meowing creature trying to climb out. The breakfast sat forgotten on the kitchen counter as you and Ona began to sort out the latest edition to the household.

///

The fuzzball had no identification, and since being found in a soggy cardboard box near the cafe, was assumed to have been abandoned, meaning that after a few pouts between you and Ona, the cat was staying.

“Desayuno.” You ran your finger over the fuzzball’s head, the feline still not happy with the veterinary handling, but was also happier to be out of that box.

“Breakfast? You want to name the cat, breakfast?”

“Yuno for short. I went out to get breakfast for us, and came back with it, and a stray cat, thus, we have Desayuno… Sombra-Batlle.” 

“Desayuno Sombra-Batlle?”

“I don’t go by my surname, and legally I’m not a Putellas, so… okay, no Lion King moment for Yuno-” you immediately put down the flailing fluffball who wasn’t enjoying being picked up and held in the air.

“Maybe once Yuno is bigger.” Ona shrugged, looking over at how the fuzzball was now exploring the flat.

“We have a couple of neighbours who can watch Yuno when we’re on away trips.” You added, following the fuzzball around the flat as Ona playfully rolled her eyes, getting her phone out to text Alexia.

///

“How many tattoos do you have now?” Vicky glanced over at you as you held the cafe menu between your fingers in thought, turning it over to make sure you’d considered all the options.

“More than my sisters think I have, but last time I went was with Mapi, Jenni, Leila and Ona in Barcelona a few months back…” you turned the menu over again, not seeing the look on Vicky’s face.

“Did you five book out an entire studio or something?”

“The others have connections, plus it was an excuse to hang out with them, bringing everyone together. Although Alexia gets grumpy every time I come back with another tattoo she didn’t know I had planned. She just needs to wait until her birthday. Tattoos, no matter your background, they bring you together, y’know…”

“That is far too philosophical for someone who used to hide behind Alexia at national team camp.” Vicky pointed out, making you falter, but Ona’s return from the cafe bathroom was enough of a distraction for the conversation to be forgotten.

///

An instagram notification distracted you from your reading, glancing up from the online textbook on your laptop to your phone to look. Yuno’s eyes opened slightly to acknowledge the movement of your arm, but the cat stayed put, happy as could be curled up in your lap (regardless of the fact you were starting to need the toilet.)

“Ona, did you tag me in something on your stories?” You enquired, but Ona had gone to her room for something after the two of you had had dinner, leaving you with a stubborn, sleeping Yuno.

Opening your phone to see what Ona had tagged you in, you chuckled at the photo of you reading, with Yuno in your lap, asleep.

Your phone buzzed again, reminding you of the time as you saw Jackie’s text, quickly opening zoom to join the group call that Jackie had sent you a link to.

“Hoi!”

///

Ona raised an eyebrow as she exited her room, hearing you talking to someone, and as she entered the kitchen, she glanced into the living room to spot you on the couch, on video call to a chunk of the Netherlands national team that you had crossed paths with at Arsenal and through knowing Jackie. Jill was part of the call, the defender discovered as she walked over to the couch, falling into frame of your camera as you leaned back to acknowledge her.

“Hoi, Ona…” you murmured, smiling as Ona sat next to you, waving to the camera. She didn’t know Dutch, but she could still pet Yuno, who stretched in your lap, a paw pressing into your stomach that made you grimace slightly. Yuno had developed a sixth sense that involved being able to press paws over your internal organs.

You froze at a comment made specifically in Dutch so Ona wouldn’t catch on, feeling your face burn as you murmured back a “misschein.” Maybe.

Maybe you looked at Ona like she hung the stars in the sky. Just maybe.

/// hopefully some translations ///

Buenos días mi pequeña sombra - good morning my little shadow

Hoe zijn je nieuwe teamgenoten? - how are your new teammates?

Ik probeerde dat te vergeten. - I tried to forget that.

¿Qué? - what?

Lo siento - I'm sorry

Dios mío - my god

Sí - yes

Desayuno - breakfast

Hoi - hi

misschein - maybe

[repulsiveliquidation]

Elevators || Jill Roord

a/n : based on that picture because y'all she fine. just a little pure smut fic!

warnings : straps, public sex

“I suggest you keep your mouth shut and focus on making yourself come or else you don’t come at all tonight,” Jill growls in your ear, two of her long fingers slipping down your shorts and into your pussy in one swift motion.

You gasp and look up at her with fear, the mirrored elevator did nothing to hide your activities but did entice your public sex kink. Jill watched as your eyes looked around at all the reflective walls, a glint of mischief in her eyes. 

“Cat got your tongue, lieveling?” Jill teases, the tips of her fingers pressed up into your sweet spot as she crowds you.

“No mommy…” you whisper, looking up at her through your eyebrows.

“Then be my perfect girl and make yourself come on my fingers,” she chirps, dragging her thick fingers out of your pants to suck on for a second before slipping them in. The elevator dings suddenly and a crowd of people step in, crushing you like sardines. Jill grins wide, her fingers pressing back inside you with eagerness and a new-found determination.

“Get to work, baby.”

You look up at her as the elevator dings again and some people step off. About 5 more people come in and Jill does a good job at keeping you covered and protected. You grab her wrist and begin to grind down on her fingers.

She helps you through it, fingers pressed tight to your sweet spot. Your lips are red and bitten, your throat tightening with how hard you’re holding your noises in. You look up at Jill and she’s panting a little, eyes focused on yours.

She leans in and pecks your lips, whispering “I know you’re close, schat. Can feel you clenching around me.”

You nod, hips grinding down on her fingers just as she slips a third one in. You squeak but Jill coughs to cover for you, the three people left in the elevator paying you no mind.

She leans in closer, her huge coat shielding your small frame.

“Two more floors baby, think you can do it?”

“I can mommy, just a little more…!”

“Better hurry, these people will be getting off soon.”

You grind harder now, Jill presses her palm down and your clit catches it. It sends pure ecstasy through your core, your orgasm crashing down on you in surprise. Jill manages to catch you before your legs turn to jelly, fingers slipping out and into her mouth to clean off.

Just as you’re about to kiss her and taste yourself on her, the elevator dings on your floor. Jill picks you up and walks out the door with a smug look on her face. She’s going to need to tap into this bold vein she never knew she had.

Back at home though, she threw open the apartment door and rushed to the bedroom with you. She threw you onto the bed, lips locked on yours in a split second.

“Think you deserve your reward now, princess?” she teased, kissing down your neck.

“Please mommy, I did like you asked…” you say, hands tugging at her training shirt, “was such a good girl for you.”

“You certainly were, my darling,” she whispers, pulling your clothes off hurriedly. You unbuckle your bra and she’s on you in an instant, taking the right in her mouth while she kneads the other. You moan and buck up into her, lip caught between your teeth again.

“Don’t move,” she growls, nipping your nipple before pushing herself off the bed. She strips fast as you ogle at her, grinning when she grabs your favorite strap from the box under the bed.

She puts it on painstakingly slow, your core aching and throbbing for her when she finally climbs onto the bed. She kneels beside you, making no move to touch you. You tilt your head, and she raises an eyebrow at you.

“Suck,” she demands, spreading her knees on the bed.

You hop up and get her in your mouth, sucking the tip hard as your hand strokes the length of her strap. She watches you, eyes dark and lustrous.

“Good, don’t stop,” she says breathlessly as you take more of her cock in your mouth. You moan when she grabs your hair in a loose ponytail, hips bucking into your mouth.

Your spit drools everywhere and makes a mess, one that Jill delights in. She pulls you off her cock, stepping off the bed and pulling your ass to the edge. You bend over how she likes, back arches in a deep bow as she admires the view.

She drags her fingers through your supple folds, reveling in the amount of slick that accumulated just from sucking her cock. She presses the tip to your hole, watching as your pussy just takes her in. You grip the sheets, pushing back onto her. She spanks your ass, grinning when you take the whole thing.

“You take me so well, princess,” Jill praises, fucking into you slowly.

“Feels so good, mommy,” you mumble into the mattress. Jill grips your hips hard, pounding into your pussy rough and fast. The wet noises fill the room, spurring her on to make you come. She props her leg up on the bed, hips drilling into you from behind.

“Fuck!” you scream, her cock pounding into your sweet spot.

“There darling?”

“Yes mommy, please!”  

“Gonna come for me again, my love?”

“Yes! Wanna be so good for you!”

She pulls you back into her, hips fucking deeper into you as her hand wraps around your neck and the other pulls at your nipples.

“Come,” she grunts into your ear, just as you squirt all over the mattress and her cock. She pulls out and takes the harness off, climbing on the bed. You crawl between her legs as she settles in the middle of the bed, your mouth suckling at her clit hard as she plays with her nipples.

“Fuck, just a little more baby,” she whispers, chest heaving with pleasure. She grinds into your tongue that slips inside her, moaning your name when she comes all over your face.

She leans down and cradles your face as she kisses you, grinning against your lips.

“Mm, I love you,” she whispers, pecking your nose as you settle in her lap.

“I love you too, baby.”

[awfcspencer]

omg please write a part 2 to that Jill fic its absolutely broken my heart

It Takes A Second To Say Hello, But Forever To Say Goodbye || jill roord x reader

jill roord x mancity!reader

Part 1

prompt: requested!

warnings: angst

a/n: i got multiple requests for a part 2 so here you go!

The silence that followed your confession was deafening, the slamming of the door of the washroom stall was the only noise heard. Not only did Jill hear you loud and clear, but so did your other teammates. Small tears had began to brim in your eyes and your mind was jumbled, your body felt numb. This was not how you wanted to tell her, not that you ever wanted to tell her frankly. You were planning on keeping this secret a secret for as long as you could. Jill has a girlfriend, and she seemed happy. You would rather her be happy with someone else than possibly unhappy with you, all you wanted for her is to be happy. Your teammates tried to comfort you, tried to pull you in for hugs, but the only thing you could do is run to the pitch and began getting ready for the match.

Stepping on the pitch was like a safe place for you. Your brain could turn off and all you focused on was football. But today, emotions were high, thoughts were cloudy, and honestly, you were utterly embarrassed. You tried your best to warm up, going through a quick few drills, but all you thought about was Jill. Her eyes wide and mouth parted when you confessed your secret admiration for the girl. You knew indefinitely that you were in love with her, but she wasn’t in love with you.

Back in the changing room Jill is left speechless. Her mind is running at 100 km/h, unsure of so, so many things. You had just confessed that you were in love with her and then ran out so quickly that she didn’t even get a second to really process the sentence that left your mouth. The sentence that shattered your heart, but confused Jill’s brain. What hurt the most was that you never told Jill about your crush. From the moment Jill had met you when she played for Arsenal, she fancied you. She was overzealous when she got back from the match and you had followed her on social media, obviously returning the favor very quickly. When she transferred to Man City, she hoped the two of you could form a relationship, whether that be a friendship or a romantic relationship. She really just wanted to know you, understand you. Questions of, what would have been and what would have happened if she told you how she felt stormed her brain. She wanted you at a certain point and you wanted her too.

Jill had spent weeks pinning over you. Hoping that the subtle coffee dates, movie watching, and cuddling on the coach would portray her feelings towards you, but they were left unanswered. She figured that you just wanted to be friends with Jill, and she would take being friends, even if it physically pained her, over nothing with you. She needed you in her life and any way she could get that was good for her. So when she had met someone through a mutual friend, she assumed that you would be fine with it, because she thought you did not love her like she loved you.

The confession could not have happened at a worse time as you both now had to transition and play a 90 minute football game. Your passes were weak and Jill’s shot on goal was subpar. The weight of what had occurred previously was definitely affecting the both of your performances on the pitch. Man City was blessed to come out on the other side and win the match 2-0 thanks to Lauren, as you were subbed off early, your head clearly not in the game.

“Y/N” is all Jill said to you when you walked to the bench, sitting several seats over from her. You did not answer her, here was definitely not the place nor the time to get into the situation.

The changing room was tense, a lingering feeling of miscommunication and confusion was in the air. Your teammates knew you and Jill were close but not really understanding the deep connection you both had formed, especially when you both liked each other at one point. Your teammates could tell in trainings or in the lounge the conversations between you two, the eye contact, the way your hands would brush casually, but never really though much about it. Assuming that one of you would man up and confess your feelings.

Jill invaded every waking thought you had for the next few days. When you woke up, you thought of Jill. When you were about to go to bed, you thought of Jill, she even invaded your dreams or possibly nightmares depending on the dream. The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love is waking up to remember that that person is gone. Everything reminded you of her as well, that combined with the fact that she was also your teammate was hard. You both kept it professional, making sure to not ever be alone with her and trying your best not to make eye contact with her, knowing you would immediately burst into tears. Jill had unintentionally shattered your heart.

Jill had wanted to send you a single text, ‘I am was in love with you too’ is all she wanted to write or likewise texts that conveyed her feelings but each time she would erase the words, unable to communicate. So she left her feelings completely to herself.

Jill’s heart was also in pieces. She had lost you entirely it felt like, although she didn’t know she had done it to you. She racked her brain on how she could not feel the mutual crush you both shared. She was in a happy relationship, it was unfair to her partner to simply just break up with her because the one she wanted you had just confessed your love for her.

When you left in the January transfer window to Real Madrid, it was shell shocking, not only for Jill, but also your teammates and Man City fans. Jill tried to text you but you left her on delivered, unable to come up with the right words to say, unsure if you ever knew what the right words would be. Your transfer was talked about on all platforms, many people speculating why you did not renew, some even coming up with nasty and crazy rumors on what occurred. You knew other teams were eyeing you as your contract was expiring. At first you were hesitant, but after everything with Jill, you needed something new, a new environment, one where Jill wasn’t.

Unfortunately, Jill never left your mind, always lingering in the back of your brain. Anytime she would post on social media, you immediately saw it, not being able to force yourself to turn off her notifications. You had gotten close when she posted her new relationship, but Jill looked happy, and at the end of the day, that is all that you cared about and mattered to you. You also kept up with how Manchester City was doing in the WSL, that was your team for as long as you could remember so you would always support them. You also secretly always checked how Jill performed. You knew you would be trying forever to say goodbye to Jill. She had such an immediate impact on your life, your first real true love, she was unforgettable. You had noticed that as of recently, Jill was not posting with her partner, but that was simply none of your business.

Several weeks later, national duty came up and you had completely forgotten that there was a scheduled friendly match against the Netherlands. Initially you and Jill were so excited, talking about how she would show you around her favorite places in her home country when you got there. You were even going to meet her family as well. Obviously those plans were before the ‘incident’, as you now referred to it as, so you now only felt dread thinking about the match.

For prematch and in the tunnel, you completely avoided Jill, only seeing her when you high-fived the opposing team before the start of the match. You also tried your best to stay clear of her on the pitch as well. Since this was just a friendly, you both did not play much, subbed off pretty early on to avoid injury. After the match you knew you wanted to speak to Viv, she was a dear friend of yours when Arsenal would take on Man City.

The final match whistle blew and you made a bee line for Viv, hoping to catch her quickly and then go back to the changing room. Until you heard a voice desperately calling your name, you knew the voice instantly, her voice. Everything in you knew not to turn around, not to give in, but it was as if you did not have control over your body as you turned to face the eyes you had been desperately missing. The eyes that initially made you fall in love with her.

“Y/N” is all she breathed out, almost in a whisper, surprised you actually turned around to her.

“Jill” you reply back to her. An awkward silence fell over the two of you, both not necessarily sure what to say next. Jill rubbed her neck, bouncing on her heels. Talking to you use to be like second nature for Jill, but now she was unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I um, I am single now.” she admits, her eyes fall to the ground, scared of your reaction to the sentence.

A wave of deja vu hits you, as once again you have found yourself in a situation similar to your confession all those months ago with Jill. Jill now confessing that she was single, insinuating that her being single was to mean something to you. All the pushed back emotions of trying to force Jill out of your mind were now out. You had spent weeks trying to figure out how to say a complete goodbye to Jill and move on. A lifetime of trying to say a proper goodbye to Jill. But now here she is trying to rekindle everything you fought so hard to forget.

“Jill” is all you could mutter out again. While a small part inside you was ecstatic, a large portion of you was concerned, hoping Jill did not break up with her previous partner because of your confession. Does she maybe possibly like you back? But that wasn’t fair to you, but even after everything, Jill was still your muse, your why, your love.

The very very very last thing you should do is hug her, under no circumstances should you hug her. But unfortunately, stood in the middle of the pitch, your bodies embraced. Your not sure if you started the hug first or if she did but nothing mattered. You were hugging Jill, you missed her warm body, her strong arms, her vanilla scent, everything about her.

The words unspoken meant much more, knowing at some point when the hug ends, you will need to talk to her. But for right now, you were hugging Jill, the love of your life. While you thought you were going to spend forever trying to say goodbye, it was so much easier to say hello. Welcoming the new rollercoaster that both you and Jill stepped on.

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Hi, can u do one about Jill Roord x reader, pls?

Where Jill and the reader are married for years, only Vivianne Miedema and Lynn Wilms know it.

While they're playing against each other w their respective countries in the world cup. The day before the game the lionesses were having a bonding time at the beach, while the reader was quietly listening to her teammates talking. Jackie Groenen and Lynn Wilms went over and started talking w the reader in Dutch, they decided to go and prank Jill. The lionesses are shocked by:

1-how quickly the reader's mood/character changed from shy and introverted w the lionesses to fully extrovert w the oranje girls

2-the fact that the reader can speak fluently Dutch and how she learned it

During the game Netherlands vs England, the reader got tackled badly by Danielle Van De Donk. Jill got worried because the reader wasn't getting up and then she got so angry at Daan. Then Jill tried to convince the Netherlands coach to sub her off so she could go to check on her wife.

So she decided to go for a yellow card because she knew that it was the only chance to get sub off by her coach.

Idk how both of the teams find out that they're married.

Can you do something fluff and cute pls?

Can you maybe change p.o.v. from the reader to Jill and the others and vice versa

The Lioness and the Leeuwin

Jill Roord x reader

First of all I would like to apologize for taking so long. I hope you like it and it meets your expectations.

English is not my native language. Sorry for incorrect grammar and spelling.

I can't speak or write Dutch, so these sentences are in italics.

POV Y/n:

It´s matchday minus one. Tomorrow the lionesses are going to play against the oranje leeuwinnen. Its still feels unreal that we are going to play against the Netherlands in the semi-final of the world cup in Australia in front of around 83,500 people. What makes me feel even more nervous is the fact that I´m going to play against my wife. I know that it might be a bit unusual for a lioness to marry a leeuwin but when I first met Jill it felt like I didn´t had much of a choice. I fell in love with her and nothing else mattered. You might think that a married couple playing against each other in a world cup semi-final would cause a lot of media interest, but it doesn´t, well only when the marriage is public. And that’s why there wasn´t much focus on Jill and me, we never made or marriage or even our relationship public. Jill and I are very fond of our privacy and as such have not even told our teammates about our relationship as we know how quickly they are to say more than they are allowed to. We haven´t told anyone except our closest family and Lynn Wilms and Vivianne Miedema as they were our maids of honour.

Currently the lionesses are having bonding time at the beach. We enjoy the sand under our feet and the sun shining on our faces. I´m juggling a ball and listening to the waves and the conversations of my teammates until I´m torn out of my thoughts by loud screams.

“Y/n get ready to lose tomorrow!” my maid of honour screams.

“Only in your dreams Lynn you might want to start packing your bags!” I counter.

“You should rather enjoy the sun a little longer, since it’s known to rain in the England all the time!” Jackie replies.

I don´t really know how to reply and just shake my head laughing. I look over at Sarina, who of course understood every word and couldn´t help but smile. She already knows what I want to ask and nods in agreement.

I start walking towards the two when I hear Georgia complaining: “What´s that supposed to mean, now she is going to form an alliance with our enemy.”

I just roll my eyes and shoot her with the ball I juggled with. I take the last few steps towards them and am pulled into a bone-crushing hug by both.

“Have you heard about our prank on Jill? Without exaggerating, this was one of our best pranks.” Jackie asks me excitedly.

“Yes, Jill called me right after and told me about it.” I answer.

“Yeah, but I think there is still room for improvement.” says Jackie self-critically.

“We just have to think about something bigger.” fantasizes Lynn.

“Yes, something to make previous generations of pranksters proud of you. But don´t overdo it, don´t try to hurt anyone else you´ll make my victory too easy for me tomorrow.” I warn them.

“Yeah, keep dreaming.” Lynn says.

“It was nice to meet you here, but I have to get back to the others now.” I say goodbye to them and hug them one last time before walking back to my teammates.

POV lionesses:

“Am I hallucinating or are you seeing that too?” Georgia asks the others while continuing to watch Y/n closely.

The others look at Georgia confused and try to understand what she means, but they don´t succeed.

“Come on guys, did you know that Y/n can speak Dutch?” asks Georgia who is a little pissed that she didn´t know before.

“I`ve never heard her speak Dutch before but it sounds like she knows what she´s saying.” says Lucy who is a little impressed by Y/N.

“Is her Dutch good?” Alessia would like to know from Sarina.

“Yes, her Dutch is very good if not fluent and she doesn´t even has an accent.” replies Sarina.

“Maybe she´s just been bored too much during lockdown” suspects Kira.

“Now for another thing, Y/n seems a lot more outgoing with the two dutchies.” remarks Beth, who is allowed to accompany the team despite her injury.

“Yes, you´re right, I have never seen Y/n so extroverted.” says Leah, who is with the team as well.

“Maybe it´s like with Viv, she´s also more confident when she speaks Dutch.” Says Beth comparing her girlfriend to Y/n.

POV Y/n:

When I return to the team, I am immediately looked at with prompting looks and asked for an explanation.

“I was bored during my injury and quarantine and had nothing better to do. Besides that, Dutch is an easy language to learn, and I did it so I can converse better with Viv or Sarina, for example.” I explain.

“It´s nice to hear that you like my native language.” Sarina says to me.

“Well, it always helped me to talk to someone in my mother tongue when I was playing in other countries, it often helped me with homesickness. And you once said that you sometimes miss the Netherlands a lot.” I reply.

POV Jill:

I`m in the dressing room changing into our match kit for the game. I`m afraid. I´m afraid to play against my wife. One of us will win, the ither one will lose. One will continue to fight for the world championship title, the others dream will be over. I want to make her proud and win but I don´t want her to lose, I want her to win and celebrate but I don´t want my team to lose. Just before I can get into my thoughts any further, I am pulled out of my them by the buzzing of my phone.

Wifey❤️: Hey my love, I can hear your thoughts from here even though Leah is playing music very loudly. Please don´t worry to much about me or us. No matter what happens I will be proud of you, and nothing will change between us. I´m always there for you, my darling. I love you x.

I must smile. I find It amazing how in love I still am with her after all these years together. Also, it´s unbelievable how well Y/n knows me. What would I do without her. Well probably not playing in a world cup semi-final against my wife.

I make my way through the tunnel to line up with the others. I look to the side only to find my wife coming out the lioness’s locker room. She gives me a smile and winks at me. She then quickly looks around and kisses my forehead while pulling me into a hug. We pull away from each other when we hear a soft cough from Lynn. Lynn gives Y/N a mock scowl and tells me to focus on the match.

POV Y/n:

In the tunnel I have the feeling that I´m going to throw up in the nearest corner. But as I hold my escort child’s hand, step onto the pitch, sing the national anthem an hear the kick-off whistle, all the nervousness is gone.

The first half is going well, we get into the game well and create several chances which we unfortunately haven´t managed to take advantage of yet. In the second half we can make good use of Sarina´s advice and see our fist success in the 62nd minute when Lessi manages to score. The pressure we put on the Dutch players is reflected in their attacks on us the tackles become more frequent and violent. Jill and I clash a lot too, but I have the most work with Danielle van de Donk. Off the pitch she´s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met but we don´t give in on the pitch.

Another tackle from Daan, but this one was more painful than all the others combined. Even as I fall, I have a bad feeling that it will be very painful. And my feeling is not wrong. I hit the ground wrong. I hear a cracking sound in my neck and a creaking sound from my shoulder.

POV Jill:

Y/n is lying on the ground, she is curled up and holding her shoulder. Lucy Bronze is right by her side, rubbing her back while my wife buries her pained face in the grass to hide her tears. I knew it had to be something serious. I knew before Lucy called for the medics to come on the pitch. Y/n always got right up after a tackle, she didn´t like to look hurt in front of the opponent. She never cried and just kept going like nothing has happened. But this time it was different. This time it was more serious and more painful to say the least. All I want is to be with my wife like we promised each other back then. In health and in sickness. Seeing her in pain almost pains myself.

Out of the blue I feel the urge to punch Daan right in the face. But I can not. I can´t do it, I´ve promised Y/n so many times before not to let me be provoked and not to get physical, because violence is not the answer, but in this moment if somehow feels like the right answer. I can barely resist hurting Daan, but I´ll make her very aware that the tackle was a mistake.

POV Daan:

I´ve never seen Jill so upset. I understood that it was a mistake and that I shouldn´t have overdone it, but now it´s too late and I can´t do anything but apologize. Even after getting a yellow card, Jill is still upset. She discusses with Andries. I can´t hear what they´re talking about, but Jonker just shakes his head and sends Jill away. I´m being substituted to avoid getting a red card.

POV Jill:

I watch my wife being carried off the field by paramedics while I must stay here. Lucy holds her hand until Leah takes over. Y/n covered her face with her Jersey but before that I could see her wearing a brace around her neck. I can´t concentrate on the game anymore. How, when I don´t know how my wife if doing. My passes are less accurate and my tackles more uncontrolled. But it wasn´t until the 73rd minute that I got my long-awaited and well-deserved yellow card and finally got subbed of.

POV Leah:

I´m sitting in front of the door to the treatment room, which I´m not allowed to enter. With me are Viv and Beth. Y/n is in the treatment room, her sister is with her, but no one else who is not a family member is allowed to enter the room because according to a medic, Y/n needs to rest, and the doctor does not have enough space to take care of her with more people in the room. Beth and I try again to get the medic to understand that we are family to Y/n. She once said that we are her family and that she will fight for us to the bitter end. Just as I was about to start arguing again, Jill ran into the corridor.

“What are you doing here? You must play!” I ask her, but she just ignores me.

“Where is she?” Jill asks worriedly.

Viv points to the door and Jill is about to open it when the medic gently pushes her back.

“You can only enter if you are a family member, so please sit down and wait until I can let you in.” he says with a stern voice.

Beth wraps her arms around Jill´s shoulders to pull her back a little. Jill´s beathing quickens, she clenches her fists and tears start to form in her eyes.

“I know it´s hard but we´ll have to wait.” Beth whispers to calm her down a bit.

Jill just shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and takes a few steps towards the medic.

“I advise you to let me be with my wife or you will get to know me from another side.” she threatens him with a frighteningly calm voice.

Wait what did she just say, “my wife”? Y/n doesn´t talk much but she would have told to us.

“Are you kidding? Do you really think you´re the first to try to get past me like that?” he asks her and shakes his head with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

Jill is getting more and more angry and tries to rip off the tape she has on her wrist but due to her anger it doesn´t work. She looks beggingly at Viv and a tear runs down her cheek. The way she is behaving she really could be married to Y/n, I must give her that, her acting skills are really good.

“Jill is telling the truth. She has been married to Y/n for several years now. If you go in there and look for Y/n´s insurance card you will find the name Y/n Roord on it. I was Jill´s maid of honour and Lynn Wilms was Y/n´s maid of honour” says Viv, pointing to the door.

Wow that was unexpected.

Jill finally manages to get the tape off with a lot of effort and reveals a ring, a brief overjoyed smile spreads across her face and she holds it up proudly. She shows it to the medic, and he finally agrees to letting her in.

POV Y/n:

I´m lying on a treatment lounger and my sister, who came to Australia just to watch my games, is holding my hand. I got a new neck brace which protects my neck better, an arms sling because I most likely sprained my collarbone and painkillers which are slowly starting to help.

The door opens and finally Jill comes in, I´ve been watching the game over the TV in the room and I´ve seen her substitution and only have been waiting for her to appear in the doorway. She approached me and the closer she got the better I could see that she had been crying. My sister let go of my hand and I lift my arm. Jill stopped in front of me, and I wipe a tear away from her cheek, which I then lay my hand on. She puts a hand on mine and holds it tight. She leans down and kisses me first on the forehead and then on my lips very carefully, afraid that she will hurt me.

The final whistle sounds on the TV and we both turn to the it to find out the result. England 2 goals. Netherlands 1 goal. England is in the final. The Netherlands is not. I won. My wife did not. We both take a deep breath and look at each other.

“I´m really sorry darling, you really deserve the win. I`m proud of you and I love you”. I tell her and look deep into her eyes to reinforce my statement.

“Thank you, my love, congratulations, you made it, I love you.” she says with a sad smile.

With the help of my sister and Jill, I am placed in a wheelchair. I am being pushed through the tunnel towards the pitch. We´re coming to a stop. Jill stands next to me and leans down towards me. I put my hand on her neck and pull her a little closer. We kiss and hear the fans cheering. We look around confused until my sister points to one of the screens and we see my wedding ring sparkling on the screen.

I hope you liked it. If you have any improvements, suggestions or requests, please feel free to contact me.

[soccer-love]

Hiii mate, could make a request where the reader is a singer and write a song for her ex (the player you want or if difficult to choose could be Jill roord) and you decide if makes a happy or sad ending (the song: if you love her by forest blakk)

If you lover her

Jill Roord x reader

Jill tried to take a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut so she didn't need to see the big headline of the article she just read.

"Y/N Y/L/N releases single - old lover or new heartbreak?"

It was only a seven lines long article, trapped between an Interview with Taylor Swift and an advertisement for Harry Styles new tour.

Even though she knew that this was a terrible idea, she opened YouTube and searched for the new song.

The moment she head the soft voice again, singing the first line of the song, a million different thought rushed through her head.

Memories of old days.

Days that were almost forgotten.

And in the last coroner of her heart she could remember the feeling she had back then.

"Take it. If she gives you her heard don't you break it."

She felt tears forming in her eyes.

"Let your arms be a place she feels safe in"

Man she could remember the many times, she laid in your arms, feeling safer then at any other place in the world. Her head pressed in your neck, or resting on your chest. Forgetting the world around her, just relaxing.

"She always has trouble falling asleep."

The stressful days, packed with training, recovery, games and media stuff, we're getting more. At night, when she was laying in bed, the thoughts in her head just wouldn't shut up. The only thing that really helped here, was when she could sleep with her head on your chest and focusing on the sound of your heartbeat.

"And she likes to cuddle, while under the sheets"

Cuddling was for her, like the most intimate thing ever. More than kissing or having sex. From the outside she looked like a hard and funny person but inside she was actually a massive softy. And she loved just laying on your bed, hidden under the sheets and cuddled close to you.

"She loves Pop songs and dancing"

Jill loved the many dances you had, when she just randomly put on a playlist and started to swing her hips until it became a full dance while singing loud to the music. And she did that in the most random moments, while cooking dinner, making breakfast, brushing her teeth, getting dressed or just when she was bored while working out.

"and bad trash TV"

Oh yes, the many night you spend awake, or the many rainy days you two spend on the couch, watching whatever was on TV. Sometimes she would turn off the sound and make her own dialogs to the scenes.

"There's still a few other things"

"She loves love notes and babies"

Since your older sister already had two children and you were the godmother of both of them, you spend a lot of time with them. And Jill loved them with all her heart. The older one, Jenny was five years old when you broke up and loved soccer and everything that was related to the Frauen Bundesliga. The younger, Christoper was only two at the time and he loved Jill and Jill loved him.

"And likes giving gifts"

From every, really every place they played, she brought something with her. A expensive bottle of wine, from Rome. A scarf with little Eiffel towers on it, from Paris. A cookbook for Tapas from Barcelona and a red wool sweater from Sweden. And so much more, she loved gifting things to you.

"Has a hard time accepting, a good compliment."

"She loves her whole family, and all of her friends."

There was nothing Jill loved more than her family and her friends where part of her family, her team too. And she would do anything to protect her family.

"So if you're the one she lets in. Take it. If she gives you her heart. Don't you break it. Let your arms be a place. She feels safe in. She's the best thing that you'll ever have. She'll love you. If you love her. On days when. It feels like the whole. World might cave in. Stand side by side. And you'll make it. She's the best thing that you'll ever have. She'll love you. If you love her like that."

Durning the refrain she felt tears running down her cheeks, of curse this song could be about anyone. A person you had dated before her, someone you dated after her, but deep in her heart she knew it. She knew that this song was about her. About your story.

Kiss her with passion As much as you can

"Kiss her with passion, as much as you can."

She remembered the lots of kisses you shared, she loved kissing you. And you two had so many different ways to kiss. Soft and slow, with love, passionate and heated. Something else in every situation. Morning kisses where different then good nights and they where different then good luck kisses or kisses after a match. And of curse there where the kisses that you shared in spicy situations.

"Run your hands through her hair, whenever she's sad"

Jill remembered the night, they got kicked out of the European championship. You where with her the whole time, letting her cry in your arms and comforting her through the whole thing.

"And when she doesn't notice, how pretty she is, tell her over and over, so she never forgets."

It was probably one of the things you said the most to her, every day after she got dressed, after the matches when she was so sweaty and feeling dead she almost couldn't believe it.

And then again, the refrain. Jill already knew that she loved and hated that song at the same time.

As it ended, she quickly closed YouTube and opened google, searching for your next concert.

It was only two days until.

And before she could change her mind she bought one of the last available tickets.

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After the last song, one about a couple getting married and spending there live together, people where throwing roses at the stage.

It was the moment you allowed your self to take a last look at the crowd and then you noticed her.

Standing in the middle, not screaming or celebrating, just standing there, smiling.

In her blue LFDY Hoodie, that you bought her so many years ago.

She looked down at the rose in her hand, a white pice of paper tied to it, before she threw it on stage.

Like after every show you picked up some of the roses, hers too, before saying "Good Night.", and leaving to go to the backstage rooms.

"Y/N the-"

"Not now." You cut your manager Brian off and walked into the room you used as a room to get ready and if you needed some alone time before the shows.

You gave him the bouquet of roses, only keeping the one from Jill, before closing the door behind you.

"Y/N, I know you don't like second chances, but please let us talk. We're staying at the same hotel, I'm waiting at the bar. Love J-"

She was right, you hated second chances.

But there was so much that you wanted to say to her.

You regretted that break up so much.

You both did.

You two never really had a fight until that one night.

It was a rainy night in London, Jill came home really late.

And from the moment she walked through the door, you knew something was up.

"I got offered to play for VFL Wolfsburg." she explained, you knew what that meant.

She was going back to Germany.

And you couldn't do long distance. It was already hard when she was away with Arsenal and you hated the days when she was away with the National Team.

You just had signed a contract with a producing company in London for two more albums. You couldn't leave that.

Without really talking about it, you two knew this was the end.

And by the time of summer, Jill had moved out of your shared apartment. With all of her stuff.

Her cloths, her sneaker collection, her soccer stuff, even her coffee machine.

It was like the live had moved out with her.

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You hurried to get back to your hotel and refused to talk to anyone about what was up with you.

When you arrived at the hotel bar, you scanned the room, searching for her when you noticed a women sitting at the end of the bar.

There she was.

"Hey." You said and she turned around, she had changed into a black suit, making her look even more beautiful.

"Hi." she answered and it felt like haven, hearing her voice again.

"Can I?" You asked, pointing at the chair next to her.

"Yeah of curse, what do you wanna drink?"

"A Coke please." You answered and she ordered it for you.

"How are you?" she says, after the barkeeper placed the drink in front of you.

"I'm good. Any you?"

"Yeah me too." she says.

You open your mouth to say something but she cuts you off.

"Y/N. I don't wanna do small talk. I came because I need to talk to you"

"About what?"

"The song, If you love her was it about me?"

"Yes." you say, unable to form proper sentences.

"Why?"

"I....I thought it would help me to get over you but I cant. I'm still so in love with you."

"Oh Y/N." she sighs, happy that you still feel that way but also sad.

"I'm sorry that I left, I'm sorry that I didn't asked you to try it with me."

"No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just let you go, I should have fought for you." you say and she nods.

"I know that there is nothing, that I- that we can make to, just get back to this moment, but I would be willing to start over with you." she says and softly slides her hand on top of yours.

"Me too, I want us back."

"So, everything is on beginning now." she says and you nod.

"I'm Y/N." you induce yourself and hold your hand out for her.

"I'm Jill, nice to meet you." she answers, laughing.

[pitchsidestories]

But we were in screaming colour II Jill Roord x Reader

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Manchester City just ended one of their pre-season trainings. The intensity in this session was very high as it was getting closer to the first game of the season. So the players were accordingly exhausted, however the atmosphere in the dressing room was very good. As the newest signing of ManCity, Jill Roord, was just getting ready, Laura Coombs walked past her.

Apparently, she and Alex Greenwood were making plans to go somewhere after training because as her gaze fell on Jill, she slapped the defender on her upper arm; “Oh my god, Al! We still need to introduce Jill to our favourite coffee shop! You like coffee, right, Jill?“ Surprised the dutch player looked up and nodded with a grin; “I love coffee!“ “We really need to show her. She needs to meet the other Jill!“, laughed Alex while she slipped into her shoes.

Demi Stokes was now joining their conversation, her hair still wet from the shower; “Oh yes, we should. Also I can’t wait to say hi to my bestie again.“ Before Jill could ask who that would be, their goalkeeper looked at them excitedly; “You’re going to get coffee?“ Alex nodded; “Yes. Do you want to join us? Jill, you’re lucky. If you want to take aesthetically pleasing pictures for your instagram, Ellie will be your photo buddy.“ Jill smiled politely at the goalkeeper. She knew that they shared a passion for photography. Ellie seemed happy about that idea; “Oh yes, we need to take some photos.“ “Yes, that sounds great.“, agreed Jill.

Meanwhile Chloe Kelly turned off the blow dryer she was using and looked at the group getting ready to leave; “Are you going to Jills coffee shop?“ “Yes, are you coming too?“, Ellie asked. “Yes, I could really need a coffee right now.“ “Great, so let’s go, shall we?“, asked Laura the other players who nodded in agreement. As they left the grounds, Jill couldn’t hide her excitement; “I’m curious to see how it is. You all make it sound so good.“

“From the outside it might not look that great but inside you’ll love it.”, Alex promised her. A couple of minutes later the six players entered Jill Scott’s coffeeshop. Excited Demi waved at one of her closest friends:” Hey Jill!” “Demi, hello, good to see you!”, equally thrilled the former England international player hugged the smaller woman before turning her head to the other footballers, tell me who*s the new blue in town.”

With a bright grin Laura introduced Manchester City latest signing: “Jill, meet the new Jill!” An awkward smile appeared on Jill Roords face: “Hey fellow Jill.” “Nice to meet you too, Jill.”, the ex-midfielder winked at her. While clearing her throat Chloe informed the coffeeshop owner:” She’s Dutch just like Sarina and you might have played against her when she still kicked the ball for Arsenal.”

“I played against so many people, Chloe. I already forget most of them.”, Jill Scott said with an amused smirk. Cheekily the blonde forward remarked:” I hope you didn’t forget how to make great coffee. Our Dutchie here is very curious if it’s as good as we told her.” “We’ll see about that.”, the former midfielder joked as she was making the coffee for her ex-teammates, handing the newest member of the club the cup first.

Thoughtfully Jill Roord took her first sip of the warm brew: “The coffee is delicious, Jill. I’ll definitely come here more often.” In that moment she realized that Ellie had been taking a photo of her while drinking.  Innocently the goalkeeper demanded:” Your turn to take a picture now, Jill Roord.” “Okay, fine.”, the forward sighed. Secretly she loved it, taking photos was one of the things she enjoyed the most in her free time.

Solemnly Ellie announced: “ I feel like this will be the start of a wonderful friendship.” “You just want me to take photos of you.”, the Dutch woman laughed. “No, do you want to look at the photos I took from you?”, the English player asked, trying to distract the slightly older one. Sceptical Jill Roord glanced at her:“Sure but I know you’re lying.”

The next morning, Jill returned to the coffee shop. This time she was by herself and not there for the coffee. Business in the coffeeshop was slow today, so Jill Scott immediately noticed her when she walked in; “Good Morning, other Jill! I did not expect you back this quickly. Same order as last time?“

The dutch football player walked up to the counter; “Morning and yes, please.“ As the former football player turned around to prepare her coffee, Jill took a deep breath before she revealed the real reason for her visit; “Jill? Can I ask you something? I looked through the photos I took when I was with the girls and…“ She could feel her cheeks heating up while the older Jill watched her with raised eyebrows, beckoning her to go on; “And?“ “And I wonder if maybe you know this woman? Does she come here often?“, the Dutch finally finished and held her phone up to show her the photo of a young woman.

The former England international slid the cup of coffee over the counter and shook her had; “I can’t tell you that.“ “Oh, of course. Thanks for the coffee though.“, Jill Roord replied, trying to banish the disappointment from her voice. She was already about to turn around and leave the coffee shop, when she got called back; “Jill?“ “Yes?“ “Come back tomorrow after training.“, advised Jill Scott with a wink. The younger of the two Jills couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face; “Alright. See you, Jill.“

You, however, did not know about the conversation the football players had the previous day when you sat down at your favourite table in the coffee shop. You spread out your papers and drawing utensils on the table in front of you. As usual, your coffee had already gotten cold because you got lost in your drawings. You flinched when Jill Scott approached your table, setting down a piece of cake and a fresh cup of coffee in front of you. “Oh, hi, Jill. I don’t think I ordered cake and I still have some coffee left. See?“ You held up your cup of cold coffee but the taller woman just took it from your hands and smiled; “Oh, I know you didn’t order.“ “But?“, you prompted her to go on. She just shrugged with an innocent look: “It’s on the house.“

A smile appeared on your lips:” Thank you, Jill.” Little did you know that in this moment your life was about to change. With an innocent look on her face the owner of the coffee shop led Jill Roord to your table:” The other tables are all taken, I’ll bring you your coffee here.” “Uhm thanks.”, the Dutch woman said. It did not take Jill Scott very long to bring her the ordered coffee: “Here you go.”  

Quietly you had watched the scene unfold in front of your eyes before deciding to speak up:” She must like you. Jill doesn’t bring everyone their ordered coffee to the table.” Suddenly your face turned pretty hot, you realized how much off said table you were taking for yourself:” Sorry my drawings take so much space, if you want to, I can make you some room.”

Meanwhile Jill couldn’t believe her luck as she recognized you as the beautiful woman in her pictures: “No don’t worry about it. Leave them there.” Almost shy the blonde added:” Can I have a look at them.” “Sure, actually it’s supposed to be a graphic novel at the end.”, you explained her. Your heart was full as she exclaimed: “Oh really? That’s so cool.”

For a moment you let her go through the art you created, letting her admire it in peace. Clearing your throat, you unravelled the plot of the graphic novel: “It’s about the first openly gay women’s football team in England Hackney Women FC.”

“You’re kidding.”, the forward gasped.

You could not help but laugh a little about her astonished reaction:” No, I’m not. Jill has been a great help for me as she answered all my football related questions patiently. The female players who played back when in the 1980s generously shared their stories with me. Let me tell you these women are incredible. Oh, that probably doesn’t interest you at all and I talked your ear off.”  

“No, I like that. That’s very interesting. I think we forget too easily who came before us.”, Jill replied seriously. Surprised you looked at her: “We?” “We football players.”, the Dutch woman specified. “I see.”  An honest smile was appearing on the blonde’s face:“So, I think it’s cool what you’re working on.” “Thank you.”, you whispered, appreciating her kind words. “You’re welcome.”

With flushed cheeks, you hurried to change the topic; “So, for which club are you playing? City or United?“ “City. I just moved here.“, the Dutch admitted carefully. She visibly relaxed as you nodded happily; “I secretly hoped you would say City. Our whole family have been fans of them ever since.“ Jill smirked; “Really? So if I would play for ManU, you would have just stood up and left?“ “Possibly.“, you laughed. The football player rested her chin in her hand; “In that case, I’m really lucky.“

Before you could answer, Jill Scott stepped to your table; “Sorry, girls. We’re closing soon.“ You immediately started collecting your papers and pens; “Time really flies when you’re in good company.“ “Can I help you?“, Jill Roord caught your attention again. “Oh, no, thanks. I’m good.“, you smiled gratefully at her. “Alright then.“ Patiently, Jill waited for you so you could leave together. “Goodbye, Jill!“, you waved at the former England player as you walked through the door.

Outside, Jill Roord smiled warmly at you. “I guess it’s time to say goodbye now…“, you stated with a thin smile. Jill just shrugged; “Doesn’t mean forever. Maybe I can buy you a coffee soon.“ This suggestion made you look up at her excitedly; “I’d like that very much.“ “Maybe tomorrow? Same time?“ “Yes, I’ll be there.“, you agreed happily.

A few coffee dates later, Manchester City was set to play against Westham in their first game of the season. The players were in the middle of preparing for the game and the gossip in the dressing room reached their height. “Can you believe it, Laura? Jill met her new girlfriend in our favourite coffee shop. Thats so old fashioned in the internet days we’re living in.“, Chloe brought up the topic. Laura shook her head, unimpressed; “I think it’s cuter this way than meeting someone online.“ „Agreed, it’s so romantic.“, Esme chimed in. The blonde striker looked at her two team mates in disgust, “Can’t believe you both think that.“ “Come on, Chlo, don’t be like that. It’s time to win the game!“, Lauren Hemp pulled her out of the dressing room. Jill didn’t even listen to their gossip, she knew you’d be out there in the stands to watch.

The day after the team won against Westham a few players decided to visit Jill Scott’s coffeeshop. The owner was beaming at her former teammates:” The coffee is on me. Great goals, Hempo and Jill!” “Thanks Jill.”, Lauren answered with a soft smile. “You’re welcome girls.” Curiously the ex-football player looked at the new signing:” Jill, is your girlfriend coming too?” “I think so.”, the Dutch chuckled.  A knowing grin was showing up on Lauren’s face as she revealed to the coffeeshop owner:” Jill’s girlfriend is a City fan, so I’m sure they will celebrate our win properly tonight.” Jill Scott pretended to be shocked by her former teammate, as she put her hand to her chest in playful disbelief:”Hempo, you’re too young for such a cheeky smile.”

Slightly out of breath you were turning up next to the Mancity girls:” Hi, sorry for being late.” “Hi love.”, your girlfriend greeted you with a warm and welcoming smile. More calmly now you looked up to her before she kissed you and you replied to it softly: “Hey.” “Guys, we’ve a child here!”, Jill Scott protested. Eyerolling Lauren corrected her:” I’m not a child.” “Yes, you are.”, her ex-England teammate stated firmly. Loudly “I’m 23!”, the English forward complained. Amused the coffeeshop owner looked at them:” And I’m still 13 years older than you. Guys, you can stop kissing now your coffees are ready.” Flushed you thanked her for it before saying goodbye to her for now.

As you and the other women were stepping out into the autumnal October afternoon you were silently thanking fate or whatever it was that made you go into this coffeeshop one day and find not only inspiration there but love too.

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Jill Roord Appreciation pt.2

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